Here.


At first cracking light
from a slumber
I awake

wishing only to return
to a fading fantasy
I just can’t remember

the colors
so much better
every detail
more interesting

walking around a corner
everything changes
in an instant

now
it is yesterday
time swills to insignificance

here
I am immortal

though
if I were to die
I only awake
pleasantly alarmed

change is so nice
I like the pace

sometimes
walking on the ceiling
falling to the abyss
escaping mundane circumstance
how to get back

today
a lonely child
yesterday
crippling old

now
awake.