Hallucinations
Posted on | May 2, 2005 | 2 Comments
The walls move,
Stepping to the left, gingerly
Avoiding a dreaming cat tail
And my discarded flip flops.
The doorway dances,
Waltzing with dark windows
And the dusty curtains,
But never swishing louder than a whisper.
I have been awake long enough
To see the unseen.
Rest protects those places
Where evil, spiteful children play
With their razor-blade smiles
And intrusive fingers.
I just want to sleep them away.
But, the walls are moving,
The doorways dancing
And I think the kitchen just began to sing.
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May 2nd, 2005 @ 11:38 am
I absolutely love this, Erica……
being an insomniac myself since my teens, this piece made me laugh at the irony of it, but also made me sad for you that you cannot sleep. in all fairness your exhaustion creates something amazing, so it isn’t all in vain.:cool: (however i’d like to note that i do not promote continued sleepless nights for you….i will send you peaceful sleep vibes)
May 2nd, 2005 @ 1:19 pm
I need those vibes….trust me…
I’m berry glad you like this. Exhaustion seems to stir up some really naked place in my creativity….and I am so damn tired I don’t care if I post crap or not….