I don't know this door. Where does it lead? The places people go to, when they are fearless. Are these walls uniform? Cold and containing. I am just a ghost walking through them. Or maybe they walk through me. These lights flicker. Memories of younger days, I think. How do we speak to the past when all the matches have gone out? I dreamed nonsense and riddles and composed a sentence that only my heart would understand. Sometimes in the darkness I like to pretend I have no name. You can call me nothing and we will be the universe.

06/30/2017

Posted on 07/04/2017
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