Monday, 9 February 2009

It was but a shadow …

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.