Lost in the reverie... //caption// You have flipped through too many pages, haven't you? You have your comforter and your bed and you cry before you sleep and you put a dreamcatcher on your wall so that at least one dream, comes true. Your life is speeding past every traffic signal but the tickets accumulate on your skin. You have accepted the pain just enough to take it when the sun is out. And the sun isn't out often. You don't stroll back home, you speed walk. Why are you always on the run? This part of town is too beautiful for your eyes. Destruction has made asylums of places. Is your body a death camp or a safe haven? Destruction has made asylums but you don't look like one.
