The haunting colors of a memory that separates life into before and after swirls around me, a reminder of how it feels to reminisce while the rest of the world sleeps. The above reverts from clear diamonds to coal, soot smeared across a churning sky. A suburban town between a tale of two cities, we’re caught in a starless fantasy. When we look up, we only see a void- and sometimes I wonder if the sky if just a mirror of below.
Somedays we worship the airplanes, thinking of all the separate lives in a capsule shooting through space. Other days we look to the highways, the endless blurs going anywhere but the in-between. All the while, sitting on the beside table, a harsh dose of alternate reality stares back at unblinking eyes.
It’s when the haze of night creeps over the greener grass to our side of the fence, when the muted world leaves nothing on the table, that the empty bedroom starts to hum and the streetlights begin to blur and it seems the walls turn into mirrors and the sky reflects the thoughts of all of us still stuck in a sleepless dream.