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lake erie time 12:45 am
The day breaks away from me
and i feel alive
most alive i feel
when i let myself fall into dream
there are no limitations
or anyone else
free from this shell,
and root in grasp...
my foot grazes a rock and starts to bleed
the pain is real
yet hurts less than the promise of morning.
i keep climbing.
night shirt ripping
arms and legs getting dirty
i am where i belong
i hear no echo of disappointments
only my breath
the seasons are changing
even in the darkened forest, the leaves are falling
i reach up and grab the nearest root
and it breaks, sending me down
where i began
i sit up and look around
i am nowhere near where i started
a hallow of precious stones
with colors Ive never seen
my reflection stares back at me
i am different
the clicking of typewriter keys startles me
somewhere in the distance... i am not alone
the darkened forest
has let someone in
i can only imagine
it being a lover of ink
this is after all, where inspiration does its fermenting
before i can feel them
my legs are carrying me towards the sound
and feel the caress of feline acceptance on my leg
i look up, and the words find me
"-lake Erie 12:45 am-"
He stands and takes my hand
twirling me round and round, leading me in dance.
i twirl and his lips touch my forehead
when i pull back to look up, he is gone.
i touch my forehead and feel something
i look at my hand