how soon is today?
breath slowed. sounds that seem fabricated, but are completely unintentional. the walk through the snow sounds, echos the once-lived smile from beneath your feet. the dream began as they always seemed to. i was tired and awake and found nothing in every corner. hate welled up as tear-filled eyes poked through my soul. i never knew this pain. i never found the motion stoppable. i turned and saw stop-motion frames of non relevant movement. the repetition was white and grey and black. the flickering of yellow pulsed as often as a blue moon, nesting in the mind and heart of those lost. it seemed too real, the voices that echoed on my chest found me discovering lost love, old friends and mortal enemies. they looked and smiled at me. the checkout clerk said, “i can’t decipher whether it is laughter or hissing.” i agreed and walked toward the noise. it was both and neither and there was no one there. i came upon myself — twenty or thirty of myself. pointing, heckling, crying. i turned fully in and around and found myself in these people. we sat and talked and fought. even the nice ones scared the shit out of me. i waited until night. they were sleeping. i crept through the room, signed the note and left.