The job of impersonating myself,
I move through the world
one breath at a time.
The dreams come to me and suddenly I awake.
It’s too close to familiar, to see you in my sleep.
I rather that you had just abandon me. Your life in existence, at the same time as me living mine, would have brought comfort. Not knowing where you are is too much. You are now too elusive and forever more. This annoys me.
The haunted sensation. The dreams you bring are haunting me.
I walk around. A lonely, solitary person.
My body daily virtually floats – as though I am the floating soul and not you.
You bastard, to put me in this searching place.
My fever dreams, my chilled days.