10/23/2013

 In the past 13 hours…too much has happened. 
The kinds of things that find their way between your ribs, 
to puncture your lungs…
leave you out of breath. 
The kinds of things that hit you right in that spot..
The one kept bordered and bricked ..

The freakout I had to witness. 
Breaking things and screaming. 
I know what death can bring. 
I just can’t handle it for someone else. 

And the dreams. 
Cut away from the black and white letters I was used to. 
And into something real. 
I fear lucidity right now. 
But everything is coming back in touch with me. 
It won’t be too long before I can’t turn around any more. 
Everything was too real and so fulfilling. 
All the perfect things that I guess I long for deep down. 
A lot of it felt like home. 
But this time waking didn’t feel like hell. 
Because this reality doesn’t hurt any more. 
I’m good for myself. 
I just still have dreams. 

I’m not sure where to go with this. 
I’m just not sure how long it’ll be before something comes through. And no matter what it is…it isn’t something I’m okay with letting out