sidewalk thoughtsi move about in a lingering wayto embrace the air spaceof all the bodies that haveonce been herefeel the thoughts felthear distant words spokenstep in the same placethat maybe i have stepped beforein the exact spotof someone i once knewmaybe someone i will meetin the futureonce halted from a flickering feelingof overwhelming emotionthat i just stumbled upon now;stuck in this placewhere it had manifestupon your releasecaught up in a spacetrapped in all the thoughtsof all the brainsthat have passed bytrying to fully bein their presence
Dream January 13 13Dream a city square With a rally riot thereAnd a parade, I bathefrom the hotel viewing it all. Mom leaves for it cute hat long coat short hair big smile. You too somewhereOmnipresent.
Dream January 29 15Grampians filled part waywith clear shimmering watertrickling falls and humiditysurround a boat with foodI lost my keys in the cold winter airElliott smith put them in my pocketI smoke one of the keysmy father sees and is upsetI wonder about poisonJon sends about a surpriselittle puddle pathwaysare our routewe go on our waydrumming along to beatsI hear my phone playswhat is- a plus others jammingand I splash in the mudfeel the mossroll round in the watersmile at the sunand I am happiness
severedthere is a core that runs through methat bends and twists with my bodythat curves and branches with every thoughtat times i believe it to be breakingstretched and pulledto one day snapwhere i would be fragmentedinto multiple me'sthat cannot piece back togetherherethe millions of thoughts i've ever hadcould finally become lostinstead of wanderingin and out of my subconsciousstaying with a sudden spark of stimulithat happens to draw them backto my awarenessin this statei will be unable totouch,eat,breathe,orspeakfor these are the thingsthat are hardest to doeven with all my parts connectedat long last i'll onlybe able tosee,hear,be,anddream
scryingwhile i was asleepyou were taking photographs of your eyesso patient you stared at the camera lenswhile my eyes fluttered in dreamingwhat did you see in that lens – scrying orb ?perhaps your reflectionand all the possibilitieswithin your gazeall the things you have seenand what remainwas there a glimmer of hopeor a shimmer of something newsomeone else in your eyessome strange long lostpossibility of truthin dreaming i saw everythingthat you and i could beand awoke to this realityof what we have become
reflectionI remember the red light in the windowthat we thought came from withinthen one day you realized it was a reflectionwe were always just in the same place staring up at itbut you moved and it moved with youleaving that room to anothermaybe in the future we can live in the cityand have a red light in the windowpeople can think of all the possibilities whymake up stories, and feel wonderand never realize it was just just a reflectionso ready to move with you and always having a meaning
Dreams January 12 14travelling across the waterthere are many tiny islandsbut they aren't rooted by earthjust anchored raftsthat carry merchant houseswith separate shops sellinggasoline and snackswe have so far to goand once in a whilejust swim instead of rowthe crew is largethe water is always calm and blueit's a freshwater lakeand the fish swim awaythe sky is so sunny and the water glistensthe night cover only lasts 7 hours a dayand the full moon makes the water dark blue