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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