The end of an end. Again
My brain is filled with nothingness. Noise so loud that it’s
jarring. I try and think of all the
things I will miss about Melbourne but all I can see are images. Why won’t
anything concrete appear so that I may acknowledge it. My eyes are welling
up again and this time I’m not quite
sure which memory has opened up the tap. Is it 2 Pearce Street? Is it Deakin?
Is it you?
My heart is paralyzed in fear that if it resumes beating
normally I may collapse in utter disbelief that the past two months were
actually reality as opposed to the dream I’ve forced myself to believe it was.
I haven’t woken up yet .I’m still in REM. I’ m struggled in consciousness to
dream that same dream again but I know its impossible. The noise won’t let me
sleep anymore.
My body longs for the warm embraces that left me a few hours
ago for an indefinite time.Best part of my dream without a doubt. The part of
it that wanted me to never wake up.
Then I woke up.
