I stuck wooden planks in between my teeth and bit my brain, my foolish
brain who created these bad creatures. I lost myself in time again, so I
dance, dance, dance.
I wake from solid dreams, floating shapes and shades of red. Beautiful,
endless, I forget instantly, something back, and back again into the void. I
don’t want it, but it invites itself to me. I am lost. I am climbing through
the tunnels that I once knew and that I wish to know again. Familiar sights
but from a different angle, I ask myself, is it me that has changed from my
journeys or is it the places that have changed from the endless walk of time?
These thoughts hurt my brain, for the first time I feel the need to eat, to
find the wooden swings of my backyard playground, and the trees.
Pretending not to be fazed from my time away. I appear at the steps of my
door, of my house, of my past, of my fears, of my Monkey.
I knock for some polite reason and the door opens itself instantly. The
Monkey greets me full of happiness and delight, the sky is dark, I need a
home, I forget what he has done to me and try to keep to myself. He has
invaded my house, he has worn my clothes, eaten my food, he has taken my
life. I find myself free and trapped by this man, dare I call him a man. He as
ignored my being here again, he seems distracted, alone, an imbecile alone.
I find solitude in the glass walls of my house. The house that I built
from glass to see. The light shines. I cover my eyes and hear the Monkey
scream in delight watching the former owner of this solemn house bent and
trapped and without means of communication.
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