Mine was quick & shocking. How nothing and everything seemed to converge into oblivion. How can you tell what’s real and what’s a dream?
The little things that you think don’t matter will start to add up and you end up standing upside down, thinking back 24 hours or so, “How did I get here?” All of it from the miniscule secrets kept
I was once a child. I was slightly normal. Never once back then, would I think I would’ve ended up how I am. I think in another life I went back and told myself some words of advice.
We all have something in common: the drowning mistress, the cat in the hallway, my aunt, the train I missed, the wall that wasn’t ever finished & the girl on the swing. We all have nine lives and are all half dead. We’ve all somehow survived this far. We’re all crooked trees with similar stories & different lives, just waiting to start.
Slow and steady, because at any minute, we could all fall, like dominos. We’re all addicted to a certain kind of Nirvana, which most only see in a very deep sleep or when their nine lives have ran out.
Mine was quick & shocking. How nothing and everything seemed to converge into oblivion. How can you tell what’s real and what’s a dream?
The 360 West Project 