In my dream this was a running away, but first breaking things and knocking them over on my way out of town.
Nails, screws, bolts, pins and needles scattering and falling across floor boards spilling down gaps and sliding into corners. Old wooden legs scraping and creaking as they slide and finally give way. Upper stories crashing and cracking behind me.
I can feel blood rising to my face, angry eyes on my back turning to tears. Is this anger or a search for a fuller life? A complete and complex absence of feeling, a black hole.
Nevermind the pins and needles, it's where I'm going that concerns me now. The gray is lighter today, not in color, but in weight. I feel I could lift and duck under it - would I be going in? or out?
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