I keep having the same dreams
I’m in a house
I’m moving
My ex is there, drugs, drugs, drugs
Are there animals? Is the cage too small? Are they everywhere?
When did I adopt twenty guinea pigs?
Going, somewhere.
Going through the places I’ve been in ways I’ve never
This bus almost falls over when it turns corners
This bus is a train
This bus isn’t a bus and now, with no explanation
There is no bus
Trying to get to
There to
Now we’re somewhere else
An island
Is it deserted? Are there people?
There is always a reason to hide
But I am the sneakiest™ damn human being alive
Sometimes I’m fucking Sailor Soldier
But today the island was inhabited and the pier was closed down because they were the military
And I must infiltrate
And then he starts showing up
Him the dream man him
Sometimes he’s a fucking god
Sometimes he’s a fucking human
Sometimes we’re fucking
Not today
Today the military became a hospital and I wasn’t
Was
Both was and was not
A patient
And then I went to space
These days I often go to space
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