I stare at my blind, beige bland nothingness, pulled down, shut off, no world out there to explore.
i go no where i see no things I am alone.
I create need where there is none, pretending i’m significant, reading articles from long dead men,
creating nothing , being nothing,
if i disappear , who will notice.
Dreams of forgotten men…
I didn’t know you would be there, in that dream. I was so surprised to see you there. I laughed as I sat in your lap while you drove. You laughed as I kissed you, three times, running my hands through your hair. I thought you were long forgotten . I was surprised you lie there in my subconscious. I’m surprised I still think of you. I loved you , but I forgot you. I wonder if you dreamed of me the same night , some Karmic miracle….