Tuesday, March 25, 2008

all that's left are jelly beans and weird chocolate eggs...

you know those days...

...when it seems like something isn't right.

there's a thick ominous....thing...in the air...that smothers everything.

your imagination paints monsters around every corner

and plays horrific scenes over...and over...and over again...

It's those days...

when you can't help but look over your should...

...turn on all the lights...

...even though it's the middle of the day....

...

the nights preceding those days...

...are often fitful

your sleep is riddled with strange surreal dreams...

...that seem to carry over into the real world...

so when you wake up you feel...

...disoriented...unsure of what's real and what is a dream...

It's hard to go through those days

pretending like they're ordinary days

they're not.

the heaviness in the air reaks of some dramatic event ready to unfold.

you can hear it on the wind

in the whistle of a train that never comes

everything is unsettled.

the nights that follow those days are strange too...

time does not pass steadily

sometimes it flys

sometimes it crawls

and sometimes it stops completly and we are all suspended.

sleep is hard to find again.

monsters take up residence in every possible nook and cranny

despite the lights you left on

everytime you close your eyes

those horrific scenes...more horrible than before...

scream across your mind.


those days are strange and unsettling...

perhaps it's because of the storm.

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