strange dream last nite
slipped into a portal. texarkana. thought i was just an observer til i found the high school. something pulled me down the hallways past the people as the hurried to their bus. two lockers full of paintings, prints, and drawings. a note adressed to-- me? math homework in my handwriting. song lyrics i've never written. and... no. there's no way. the painting i made for you. here, in THIS life. not there. not for anyone in some odd alternate universe.
i had a girlfriend apparently, and a best friend. both girls and both broken. best friend's a 'just' friend. i was in a band with future frat boys. i lived two blocks away from school but never wanted to go home so i rode the entire route just to hang out with people then walk home.
she needed me to walk her home, and she wouldn't say. i've seen forrest gump, so i knew. she was avoided the same thing i was.
day two, and i haven't slept.i passed the kids getting ready to board the buses or go to their extracurricular activities. i'm wired and frantic but exhausted. 'just friend' needs me. she says it's important. i noticed she dropped her purse as she is getting off the bus but did nothing about it. i had to be sure.
ran down the hallways like a madman, past some kid talking to his teacher and a few others about how he was reading about slaves and how white people practiced 'selective breeding' on them. teacher denies it and tells him to stick to reading frederick douglass... i run past and just yell 'no it's true!'. i'm feeling oddly satisfied and then i realized. this me wouldn't do that. only the pompous, trivia-devouring, overly vague hallway runner would. and that's who i am.
i run to my locker, which is in the exact same place, but i notice more details this time. shanizha is the girlfriend. the band was called 'devil child' or something stupid. the english teacher is walking down the stairs by my locker as i exclaim 'HOLY FUCK!' and shoots me a crazed eye. more uncharacteristic behavior, and i instantly slip into this other me, who apologizes profusely and knows the teacher by name. tell him it has to do with my college choices...
and upon waking it fades, and the other me dies...
i had a girlfriend apparently, and a best friend. both girls and both broken. best friend's a 'just' friend. i was in a band with future frat boys. i lived two blocks away from school but never wanted to go home so i rode the entire route just to hang out with people then walk home.
she needed me to walk her home, and she wouldn't say. i've seen forrest gump, so i knew. she was avoided the same thing i was.
day two, and i haven't slept.i passed the kids getting ready to board the buses or go to their extracurricular activities. i'm wired and frantic but exhausted. 'just friend' needs me. she says it's important. i noticed she dropped her purse as she is getting off the bus but did nothing about it. i had to be sure.
ran down the hallways like a madman, past some kid talking to his teacher and a few others about how he was reading about slaves and how white people practiced 'selective breeding' on them. teacher denies it and tells him to stick to reading frederick douglass... i run past and just yell 'no it's true!'. i'm feeling oddly satisfied and then i realized. this me wouldn't do that. only the pompous, trivia-devouring, overly vague hallway runner would. and that's who i am.
i run to my locker, which is in the exact same place, but i notice more details this time. shanizha is the girlfriend. the band was called 'devil child' or something stupid. the english teacher is walking down the stairs by my locker as i exclaim 'HOLY FUCK!' and shoots me a crazed eye. more uncharacteristic behavior, and i instantly slip into this other me, who apologizes profusely and knows the teacher by name. tell him it has to do with my college choices...
and upon waking it fades, and the other me dies...