Dreams

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The alarm rings
a harsh reminder
for the day to begin

but the show from the other side
hasn’t stopped yet

A quilt-like haze
layered behind my eyes

a kaleidoscope of confusion
colored by a patchwork

of nonsense 

    Of monsters working side by side
    Of grown men reverting to infancy
    Of rock stars breaking bread
    Of babies drowning
    Of enemies being friends and friends becoming enemies
    Of the impossible being possible

The walk of the semi-dead
commences 
slowly
dragging this carcass
yawning and disoriented

making a beeline for the bathroom

Bits and pieces
of old memories

laced into
the past event dujour
begins to loosen its grip

The water feels like my savior
a rescue from Neverland

showering accelerates
a sense of wholeness
the tile underfoot signals more substance

The complicated
conjuring
of gobbledygook dissipates

as the irrational
begins to fade into reality

Ripples

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every
…share
…post
…spoken word
impacts

every
…disaster
…fortune
…coincidental encounter
impacts

every
…outcome
…decision
…plan
impacts

impacts
…heal
…hurt
…save
…devastate

Life is so random, so variable, so unpredictable. Yet we have the power to create so much consequence and meaning. We do this with little or no intention, or full-on conviction in our efforts to be a catalyst. Just being is powerful.

And usually, we have no idea that we were.

Sanctuary?

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Inspired by Go Dog Go Cafe
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge 10/1/19 – Trapped in my ancient fear

my refuge
staying sane here
away from the world
which exasperates me

trapped in my ancient fear
these four walls
are the barrier
between sanity and insanity

humanity
gives me anxiety
shuffles my thoughts
doubts cloud my brain

… when can i trust the outside world again?