Living the Dream

i have a reoccuring dream

grass whispering its dewy secrets to my toes

The dark invites too many thoughts to provide peace

i see Those Ones through the window

A steel beast lashes its tail which barely skims my nose

its roar no longer shakes my skin

The whisper in my pocket is what makes my skin scramble

until it finds its footing to flea

i know who it is

i know i need therapy

but that would only confirm my insanity

i wish this was a painting with softer colors

Somthing that i could admire

but it is not