the streets outside your window
Some days I wake up needing something, anything to happen to me. Staring at the ceiling, I pray for a jet engine to arrive. A thrilling murder. For the man I don't know on the bridge to take me firmly by the hand and I'll follow. I feed my insecurities with situations of being singularly selected for random and malicious action or disaster scenarios.
I watched "The Science of Sleep" yesterday, it was very good- rent it.
Last night, my dreams were in stop animation and featured everyone I've ever hurt accompanied by childhood stuffed animals. Lost socks. Dead pets.
This morning, it was three hours before my hands stopped shaking.
I watched "The Science of Sleep" yesterday, it was very good- rent it.
Last night, my dreams were in stop animation and featured everyone I've ever hurt accompanied by childhood stuffed animals. Lost socks. Dead pets.
This morning, it was three hours before my hands stopped shaking.