There is a light in my life so bright I can no longer sleep through the darkest of days.
It never dims, and it never burns out.
It’s a light that pushes you towards it,
even through headaches
or through sleep deprived eyes
And so each day is brighter
Those LED light bulbs were a good idea, after all.
The jigsaw on the table was in pieces, no longer creating a whole complete picture. Pieces were scattered all around, on the table, under the table, somewhere far away from the table and I spent much time crawling to find them all. Continue reading
Glucose, caffeine, Day nurse, Pro Plus, Vitamin D, sugar filled treats.
Life through liquid, life through pills.
Oh man, I feel so totally alive.
There she was, my dead grandmother lying in her coffin, waiting to be burned. I felt incredibly anxious studying her endlessly sleeping, noting how her make-up was far better than she ever had it living. I tried to point this out, but no one would listen, insisting she was always a master at powdering. I thought it unwise to bring up her drug past in relation to this, so left the room to have a panic attack about it all somewhere else. Continue reading
She didn’t care much for the dreamers sprawled outside her home. They looked so peaceful with their heads between their driving wheels, so happy with their faces rubbing against the dog shit covered ground. How easily they slept with all their daily stress evaporating. She wondered if she too would fall asleep if she stepped outside, but she did not. Not even a freak event could get her to sleep, and so she spent the morning scribbling obscenities on their flesh, searching pockets for cash, and trying to get some sleep of her own, at home and in the road.
He arrived at the bank at 8.45am, clutching a series of filled change bags. Once he’d arrived in front of the queue, he realised that there wasn’t much of a queue at all. Instead he saw a street full of bodies lying on the floor, lying in the road, lying by the door. For a minute he considered a massacre, but he began to notice the sound of snoring, the rising of snot bubbles, and the turning and scratching of backs. That morning the world was still asleep, and he watched the dreamers, simply wondering how much change he had.
When you can just fade out within the fog. Like at the top of a pylon Like the bottom of a lake. Continue reading