There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I… have become comfortably numb.
Dreams don’t shatter like glass. They don’t crack through the middle, breaking into a million pieces.. each fragment identical to their mother, only uglier. No... they don’t crumble into dust. Dust, you can sweep away and forget about. Dreams curl up and disappear. And yet... loom all around your consciousness.. forever.
