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.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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