false dream, or graveyard

angel syndrome's picture

I looked out the window and I felt quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet. The silence reminded me of being lonely, and it's how I have been for nine months now. I belong deeply to myself and to the trees, perhaps, and even less probably, I am one of them. He whispers my name, twice, because it's all he knows, and so I lie back down in bed, my blanket empire, my pillow kingdom, my home of duvet and memory-foam. I find my heart once more deep in my belly, intestine-armoured and shy. His eyes are good at being blue and I'm good for nothing.

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Bosemaster42's picture

False dream,perhaps,

Was this a post-trip dream? You are certainly good for something, maybe you just haven't found it yet.

angel syndrome's picture

It's not a post-trip

It's not a post-trip anything, just something I thought up this morning

Bosemaster42's picture

Oh!

Never mind then.

poetic_star's picture

:D

so gorgeous!

poetic_star's picture

just..wow

"He whispers my name, twice, because it's all he knows, and so I lie back down in bed, my blanket empire, my pillow kingdom, my home of duvet and memory-foam. I find my heart once more deep in my belly, intestine-armoured and shy."

sigh.. your writing is so intoxicating and you are so talented.