it happened again last night

in my dreams

I was running through the attic

running through space and time

was running out

of my mind

finding clues under dusty boxes

and in old books

and I look out an open window

and there you are

but as you look up

the floorboards begin to rot

beneath my feet

and I’m falling

through space and time

just as our eyes meet

and I land in a graveyard

on a dead-end street

and I’m trapped

and space is closing in

and time is winding down

and I scream and shout

but no words come out

and I start to choke on doubt

and fear

and I’m all ears

but still can’t hear

the music playing

as the record spins

and the record skips

and the record skips

and the hour glass drips




and the days drag on

and I’m in the basement

and its all gone

but the moldy boxes

filled with hurricane water

and lost memories




About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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