throwing stones
in my dreams
there is a house with too many rooms
painted in colors i don’t really care for
filled with someone else’s furniture
books fall from stacks on a staircase
floors have paths worn deep into filth
bedrooms are all filled with strangers
i am lost in the heart of nowhere
where no one ever offers a map
there is always light when i want darkness
and no one has ever heard the word
escape
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April 14th, 2012 at 8:02 am
my goodness….i am going to send you a map!
April 14th, 2012 at 10:05 am
So real; I recognize that house; I was there in sleep, last night, but didn’t see you. Your escalation of panic is vivid. Over the years, I have taught myself to wake, escape when it becomes too much. There are many, I’m sure, that are in that same house when awake.
April 14th, 2012 at 10:28 am
this was my childhood home. how did you know? full of love, but way too bright.
i am sending a magic carpet.
April 14th, 2012 at 11:12 am
escape? too many things to escape. i panic with the sheer thoughts of that house. perhaps in dreams i was there. perhaps awake i was there.
in fondest of thoughts, tilda
April 14th, 2012 at 7:55 pm
this sounds a bit like a nightmare…love the detail of the description…and it feels a bit claustrophobic…
April 15th, 2012 at 1:09 am
that sounds scary!