something about the pattern of dreams that makes me feel like a snake molted too soon.
just the other night, after i drowned in loneliness, shadows dragged my mind into the depths of my lungs.
the dream placed me in a novel of twisted utopia ruled by a cruel man. i felt alone, though i saw the light mist of people running with me as we tried to escape. i was attacked by someone i knew, beat, and dragged back to the linear reality.
"happiness here would mean becoming someone else."
