I had a friend who got stuck.
In what, I do not know.
One day he was just a few steps behind.
The next day he was at the bottom of a pit
The stickers on the wall must have stirred something awake in him, because the next day, he had dug through the ground to the other side of the world.
He emerged from the earth in the firework field.
He climbed the ropes made of stars and threw himself into the night.
To the place where everything is yellow and dogs live forever.
He smoked rose petals with the gatekeeper and watched the planes glide between his shoes.
He sat up in the glass castle on a rhinestone throne.
The sunlight through the wall made his skin sizzle like an ant under a magnifying glass.
It was okay, though, somehow it was all okay.
He forgot about the problem that made us all cough up apple cores.
He couldn't hear us missing him over the bulldozers knocking down the crystalline glaciers in his eyes.
His hands had no temperature at all.
He'd become little more than an idea, and he wishes to keep it that way.
A vague outline of something human.
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the space above my ears.
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