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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