I don’t sleep,
I just move
from one world
to the another
and it’s exhausting
to try
and comprehend.
I remember
shadows and pictures,
faces,
and the way
they laugh
every time
I tell them
of this place.
What a strange way to wake;
shaking off the memory that fades.
Haunting recollections
of some other time and space.
In some ways,
it seems like
I’ve been there before.
Don’t know where I am,
but it’s familiar,
and the faces
are ones I recognize,
I realize now,
I can’t remember why
I started writing
about the other side;
these
tiny wormholes in my mind.
Give my head a shake
and face the day.
This is the world I’m in,
this is my place,
but ever since I was a child,
I knew there was
something we can’t see.
Almost imaginary,
almost fantasy,
but real,
a true impossibility.
Back to work.
Tonight’s ride comes,
and I will wake
right where I’ve begun.
HG – 2021
