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One night we took our dreams apart. The sky went out and first she took off her dress, then her skin. Still; she was beautiful. Like stones we sat and talked the long night through, spinning our minds into blunt fingers and false aphorisms that rumbled through our souls. At the end we were breathless.
When I looked at my arms she said, “You have beautiful bones.”
The next day was clear. The world flowed through us and I think we saw it for one and all.
A mind without a will cannot last for long and slowly we fell apart. We felt like we were sinking. We felt like the hills and the mountains that rode beneath them, talking through time. Slowly the rust set in and at night we lay with our eyes open, fearing the dusty plains of unimagined nightmares.
When would the snowfall stop?
After that the sunlight escaped away. We’d walk down the street and there’d be nothing. The beyond was grey and we groped blindly, hoping for a candle to light the now dim world.
We blocked out the windows and hid from the sky.
Our unknown dreams followed us through the days and the demons we were meant to face in the night lurked; hiding in corners, grinning under lampshades.
We were frightened, not by the world, but by the meat behind our eyes.
The questions we held beneath our tongues went unanswered and we missed doctors appointments because what good is advice to a mind that cannot understand it? What good is a goal to a being that no longer moves along a track?
At some point all the lines had faded. We no longer knew the path.
It’s midnight, I think, but the stars have not appeared.
When I looked at my arms she said, “You have beautiful bones.”
The next day was clear. The world flowed through us and I think we saw it for one and all.
A mind without a will cannot last for long and slowly we fell apart. We felt like we were sinking. We felt like the hills and the mountains that rode beneath them, talking through time. Slowly the rust set in and at night we lay with our eyes open, fearing the dusty plains of unimagined nightmares.
When would the snowfall stop?
After that the sunlight escaped away. We’d walk down the street and there’d be nothing. The beyond was grey and we groped blindly, hoping for a candle to light the now dim world.
We blocked out the windows and hid from the sky.
Our unknown dreams followed us through the days and the demons we were meant to face in the night lurked; hiding in corners, grinning under lampshades.
We were frightened, not by the world, but by the meat behind our eyes.
The questions we held beneath our tongues went unanswered and we missed doctors appointments because what good is advice to a mind that cannot understand it? What good is a goal to a being that no longer moves along a track?
At some point all the lines had faded. We no longer knew the path.
It’s midnight, I think, but the stars have not appeared.