Sleep

I have this dream
And every time it's the same,
But every time it's different.
Sometimes in the dream,
I'm running away, from you, from myself
From everything, from nothing
Then, I'm standing right in front of you
But you're looking right through me
And I'm screaming, but you don't hear me
Then, you've disappeared all together
I search and search for you,
I call out your name over and over,
But you're just not there.
Then, you are everywhere
There are a million of you, wherever I look
And you're laughing at me,
All of you, laughing
Uncontrollable laughter that stabs me
Like a thousand knives at once.

April 5, 2004

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