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I occasionally wake with an image.
This one was of my two feet spinning as entire worlds; one revolving one way, on revolving another. Each step had me spinning with all the possibilities that instead of being fulifilled were replaced by the next feets grounding.
Yesterday I woke with a song, the same melody singing my emotions into the morning.
" caught in a dream and you can't get out. Well I hope your happy now. Caught in a dream and you can't get out..." Now I can hardly remember the tune. But then, yesterday, I could'nt shake it off til I had a coffee at sunset with Dean on a quiet side street in the city waiting for the moon to turn the leaves to silhouettes.
Mostly today I'm sick of the riddles and implications. Today I want to say I'm lost. And I don't know the way home.
I only run when I'm close to home
I only run when I'm close to home