dreams about strangers

[spiritualtramp]

In that heavy space between consciousness and sleep, where one visits for split seconds once or twice per day, that's where I see you. I cross over like any other person at first, but instead of barreling forward and onward to full unconsciousness, I hesitate there. I claw and grapple my way back for just one more glance, one more fleeting hallucination. Then I flirt with these moments all night long, rolling in and out of sleep hoping to bump into you there; in limbo; in Purgatory; in the disconnected synapses between my cerebrum and my cerebellum.

I have to hope that someday I will find you in waking life. I have to hope because without hope, all I have are causeless feelings, like a schizophrenic has.

with love and squalor,
ekw