Wic Wac Woe

Monday, March 28, 2011

my midnight dream

I'm surrounded by people, going on with their day. I'm lost so I try and ask where I am. When I look at them I see that they have no face, where is their faces? I yell out, they can't hear me. Why can't they hear me? I reach out, they can't feel me. Why can't they feel me? I look up, the world is on fire, the flames are so hot. These "people" don't burn, I'm going to burn. The fire closes in, I close my eyes. I sense death standing beside me. Death touches me.