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Too human. That heartbeat is too loud. It pounds on my head, a gong inside my chest.
In my dream, I come to see her.
She says she doesn't want a song. I know better. She lives for music. It's her only medium for survival.
I sing for her and she laughs. Dances with me. She says I'm the only person she can dance with without tripping. I say she pays too much attention to her feet. She says if that's true, the reason she can dance with me is because she can't look away from my face.
I kiss her.
Wake up.
Take more pills. Play my guitar.
I sit with Dorthy sometimes. I don't know if she's aware of my presence, but it's nice to be with somebody else who doesn't belong in this plane. It makes me feel like somehow, we'll both be able to go home one day.
I go back to sleep and dream again.
In my dream, I come to see her.
She says she doesn't want a song. I know better. She lives for music. It's her only medium for survival.
I sing for her and she laughs. Dances with me. She says I'm the only person she can dance with without tripping. I say she pays too much attention to her feet. She says if that's true, the reason she can dance with me is because she can't look away from my face.
I kiss her.
Wake up.
Take more pills. Play my guitar.
I sit with Dorthy sometimes. I don't know if she's aware of my presence, but it's nice to be with somebody else who doesn't belong in this plane. It makes me feel like somehow, we'll both be able to go home one day.
I go back to sleep and dream again.