JOURNEYS FROM before.
AUGUST 29TH, 2014
I should have never taken the call.
I think this time it was summer.
One time it was fall.
It happened in 2010.
Then again.
I swore it wouldn’t happen
But there I was
In the streets of Manhattan
I didn’t now you then
And how you could make it happen.
Now I am grabbing for straws
and my gums are flappin’
(2014)
The summer of 2010 was pure hell. It felt like I was in a dream where people came into my home while I was sleeping and would do things to me like pile clothing on me. It's really funny if you think about it. Dreams are the weirdest things. They merge with reality and sometimes seem like reality-like they are not dreams but true but no one can see them because they cannot see truth. When truth seems like a dream, it's best to keep it to yourself; perhaps.
