funny how the old feelings
seem to thrive on recurring
dreams
nightmares
memories.

it's distant though, just an
echo. so i should be relieved
& i think i am
((except that there is always someone else to take your place))

plans, lists, messages
flooding up the spaces
reserved for
falling.

dread is pulsing through me, fear
the unfamiliar situation. to
escape? or to stand?

the suspenseful scene
waiting for my decision,
though it's clear to me
i make the same one
every single time.

the light lays across the hallway
waiting for me to disturb
a fabled peril, except
it seems quite beautiful
disconcerting
perfect.