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My days are long, and repetitive. It's truly enough to make even the sanest among us mad. Tonight I'm watching from my window, dark streaks of escape artists bolting deep into the trees. Car doors slam and radios echo in the falling footsteps. Dogs barking, three doors away someone is crying. Roommate is sound asleep, listening to some kind of pop music. Lights flashing and torn residents are returned to their rooms after an ambulance takes a few. But no-one will know, they tell us he fell. Whatever he says doesn't matter because he's schizophrenic, and the state owns you.
Morning again i decide a walk to ease my mind. I walk down the road to the trail that runs with the river. It's quiet about 5am. If you don't mind police with flashlights looking for avid drug users. I listen to the water crash over the dam. The canal's gentle whirlpool bubbling 25 feet below.
We were much younger then. When she first came to me. The girl no-one else could see. We swam in the current and jumped off the catwalk. 68 feet into the rocky waters beneath. I wonder if we all just got lucky. We watched the police pull a boy from the riptide last year.
Reasons why you should know your water. Poor kid drowned, only just a few yards from where we sit now. I look down the edge just a straight drop to the deep.
But you aren't plaguing me now, as i stand by the river on this early summer's day. They tell me walking is good for me. I take the dog for a run and return to the house. Return to chaos and silence.
When your sleeping no-one can hurt you. Because you don't feel a thing.
I spend most of my days dreaming. Laying alone in a tiny room with a million eyes staring at me. The young, tragic, timeless,and talented. A million eyes keeping me safe as i dream. The flickers of the TV and a random cartoon slip easily through as i lay my head back and stare.
Everything becomes unfocused and we think of something new. And we are somewhere new. Walking down a road skating in the streets, streetlights flashing by the moon brightening even the darkest shadows.Cars blaring horns and people's late night ramblings. Drunks pour out of lazy bars in a haze, tripping merrily away, all of their pain forgotten. Sitting in the park just watching the trees sigh in the wind.
When suddenly a bright light shines in my eyes. An officer asking me if i was high. I blink and ask the time. He lets me free and i go home. And get ready to sleep and dream again.
{to be continued, again.}
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