fragile by Angela Thomas everything seemed awash in my dreams. the blankets held me like the ocean, i thought i was swimming in them. my hand fell asleep under my pillow, my head was so full of heavy thoughts- it must have weighed a million pounds. the fan seemed to taunt me, going faster and then slower, changing with the voice that came from it. the whole dream seemed too familiar. first im falling, then crushed, too small to hold up the world, a voice pushing me down. i wake up sweated. i down water. it doesn't help. the second my eyes are closed, im back. it always ends when my hands break. they are too fragile to bear my burden. i think each time i dream this, a crack in my heart grows a little wider, a little more stinging from the air that rips into it. nothing never hurt like this. 01/02/2004 Posted on 01/02/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)