January 15, 2016
Day number four of a fever dream. When this week is over I'm quite sure there will be gray days. Quite sure is odd, yeah? So okay, just sure. There are people who try their hardest to be detached. A beautiful person is in front of them and they choose to look at the wall. I know of a little boy who sleeps like a cat. I can watch him sleep for hours. In this way, he is not in the act of leaving, here, now, he is present and dreaming, safe beside me, unaware of his power over me.