I ha(d) a dream

A wounded night limps through to daybreak and bleeds across the morning sky. The interrupted narrative still plays on repeat, a fractured and twisted tale as engaging as it is non-sensical. And therein lies the appeal. While some close their eyes in exhaustion, others close them to escape, to live within a construct just as real, but more fluid and open. And yet, it's as if upon waking, illumination relegates this other experience to shadow, and it hides, ultimately disappearing, unable to breathe in the vacuum of conscious thought.