Smoking dreams deep dark stains swirling down into the drain when awakeness comes I start to dread the return of the voices that fill my head A black pot wherein sits a plastic key The joys of love come to me on the wings of a dove I am carried away to a place with no name and no way with words to explain I take the key from the pot and put it in the plastic lock I turn the key to open the door expecting something I have not seen before. I throw the door wide and take a stride and fall for what seems forever. I smack the ground without a sound and stand right up and look around. the scene is quite strange.Nothing comes to mind I am under the water and I'm just fine. I step from the water out on the grass.Feeling something that will not last. A joy.A simple thing.I'm alive and thats what matters here. Then I see them and joy turns to fear.Their horrible eyes,their horrible hair. Just when I thought my plight turned to glory.I find I am beginning another story. There bodies are black just like oil.They smell of the meat of a deer that has spoiled. Their hair is in dread locks and I can not bear,The sound of their breathing from up in the air. they stare as their eyes fall from their heads and they come down.I thought I would be dead. When they landed they made not a motion there wasn't a sound except that of the ocean. I approached,overcoming my fear,I reached out my hand as down my cheek ran a tear. Upon the touch my hand passed through as the things body parted like a lipid pool. My hand was cold and my bones they did ache as I reached further in I thought they would break. Something tugged on the other end,before I could react I was within. In the dark I saw a light which came straight to me from out of site. As the dot came closer I realized quickly I came to it not it to me. It grew bigger the closer I would get.I thought I would lose this bet with death. I hit the ground with a thud.Down my lip ran a trace of blood. I stood and took a look around.I heard a sound.People were screaming the sound was sad. I sat on the ground with my head in hand. I walked through a field filled with dead flowers into a grove of butterflies. I chased the swarm into the wood.On the other side my jaw dropped wide.I came to a cave lit up inside I entered the cave and was inside my room only the objects were giant and the air was warm. I turned around and to my surprise I stared into my own closed eyes. There I was still sleeping,but in this state I was here some how awake. Is this my soul?I reentered the hole which was my mouth and with a jolt I awoke. I thought to myself,my inside is ugly,but some of it is pretty. I guess we're all a little ugly inside,but if we were pretty it'd get pretty boring inside...
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