Sometimes when I close my eyes I wake up instead in another state I’ve grown fond to call a few months ago. It’s still dark. It always has been. I like how I can’t see anything so I can see everything in my mind even with my eyes open. I go even further back before I had to go with conscription. The landscape stays the same. I am still the scriptwriter, the painter, the architect. The whole set-up of dreams and effects. I found myself on the pavement against the traffic. Started walking in the direction of the blinding lights. I thought of you, and the way you’ve gone. Then I lost myself to moving machines and people who looked me strange.
I watched the stars from my windowsill.
I opened my eyes. I’m still confused but I just continued writing in the book I had kept the whole time.
The whole world is moving, but I’m standing still.
Posted on January 19, 2012
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