It was but a shadow, something sinister, in a dream. Holding all the money. I could not reach the money!
I wanted that money.
I could have glided on an astral wave, just like a mystical Beach Boy. I could have thrown all caution to the wind. I could have drowned in the desert sand. Shimmering. Bleeding. Burning.
I see too much. I feel too much. I know too much.
The pain is beyond belief. But I believe it all the same.