Friday, December 02, 2005

A dream

In my dream last night, I stood on an island in an intersection of a deserted highway. The dead grass stabbed my naked feet. The sky was grey and dripped blood from the edges. The person I was waiting for, didn’t come. The wind kicked up, dry and cold, smelling like a mummified corpse. I knew there was no hope left.

1 comment: said...

hmmmm... i've been having weird dreams as well but mine haven't been quite as...poetic i guess. i wonder what it all means.