Group Therapy. Me, Myself and I, all present...

had a dream last night.

I was in a familiar place...
The dry desert air filled my lungs, my skin was dirty and no one was around. The sky was red yet the stars were visible. I walked away. i could smell the dirt being kicked up from my boots as i walked.

Past the lot were we used to work. I could see my friends joking around with each other in the distance. I don't bother trying to talk to them or acknowledge their presence. In this familiar place, I know that they will fade away if I try to approach. I leave them be and continue on my way...

I walk past our home. I peer in though the gate. Once again, I see us walking to OUR home. The place where we wanted to be. The only home we knew when we were out here in the desert. I keep walking.

I walk right out the front gate and peer into the vast horizon... The sand kisses the red sky out in the distance. I close my eyes and step into nothing...
Step after step, I feel pain.

I dare not open my eyes as I walk...

I hear the voices all around me. I feel the hands pull at my uniform, the burning hands pull and tear. I dare not open my eyes...

I can feel the red sky, the weight of the world on my shoulders.. The hands begin to tear flesh. The voices become deeper, louder... I keep walking and dare not open my eyes..

The dream is my own and all too familiar... the sky is red. I can't tell if the world is bleeding or if its my own that I feel.

Everyone is nowhere,
I am here, everywhere...


ej