Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I wake. Tears in my eyes. Those crying dreams. They get me everytime.
I'm wandering the halls, my feet bare. It's cold and clinical, everything white upon grey hues, dirt upon dirt. Names on the board, I search for mine. I see her face, but it is vague and distorted. I am blind. I broke my glasses. Lenses shattered in my rage. She, who was angry, but not me.
Words filter through but does not register. Voices float disembodied around me. I ignore them. My brain seizes, my own voice choked, left twisting in my throat. I need caffeine, my hands are shaking so bad.
Where are you when I need you?