For the past few nights, I've been having this irrational thought. For a moment before I turn on the lights of my bedroom, I wonder if the walls will be covered in blood, and when I look on my bed I will see a dead body. I'm glad that this is never the case. Though, it worries me. Maybe it's a sign that I'm going crazy. I hope that I don't start randomly losing hours of my day without knowing where I've been or what I have done. I'm scared that someday I will go home and I will actually find a dead body..., and that the body will be there because I put it there without me remembering. What if that person is close to me? The vision of the person in my bed has never had a face. From the time the irrational thought forms to the time that the light turns on, a face has never been attached to the body. I don't know if it is male or female, it could be anyone. Maybe I have hatred towards someone in my life even more than I realize, and it is all in my subconscious. Or maybe I'm actually seeing myself laying in that bed. Dead.
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Ode to Love & Dance
PoetryI've been dancing for a long time. Have fallen for a lot of people that I have met through the act of touching. This is me looking back at some of those moments.
