Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Kicking Horse Coffee
Sleep knots my back because I am twisted in my dreams, pulled into the directions of ghosts with promises of enlightenment and ease. But in this guise of a dreamer, I am awake shielding daylight with crimson sheets smelling of lavender and dis-ease. My journey is servile and empty. Tired, reborn; wet and confused, I enter this world again just how I left it.