Dreams

Dreams, scenes, visions and keys of my sad today and my dark tomorrow,,
Too tierd, hardly feeling the borders of my body which lied on the old uncomfortable chair.My head facing the dirty window of the noisy machine,,,the filth of the windo so close to my soul that it seems to be hurting my eyes. Stations follow so quickly as i was stabbing the man last night in my nightmare,,here i am absent tierd and weak,,but oh! who is that out there?is it my reflection?we r so alike but not not the same,,he's so close as i can feel his eye lashes touching my cheeck.
JUNE 2005