• There is such a thing as reality.
    There is such a thing as shadows of perception and endless pools of meaningless depth.
    There is such a thing as falling.
    But you bare your jesting grin and wave these paradigms of agonizing truth away.
    Never mind. I don’t know what I’m talking about.
    I’m standing at a window in an ocean
    Without mass
    Without feeling
    Without temperature
    Numbing.
    And you’re standing on the other side, ground beneath your feet, breath condensing at the freezing glass
    Writing “loser” in the fog, I turn away, a spear in my heart.
    I slip. And I’m falling. I scream.
    But never mind. I don’t know what I’m talking about.
    Falling through a suddenly materializing floor of ice I swim through this ocean of surreality, squinting.
    I see the mangled auras of nonexistent fish twisted and grotesque like the countless bodies you’ve stepped on
    To get to the top.
    But I didn’t have to be crushed. I just fell from grace.
    But then these waters recede and there’s a solid light through tears of red
    Grappling for consciousness I feel your hand rescuing me.
    But not really.
    You’re pulling me back up to show me this great and horrible love you use to drive me from sanity.
    And with a wolflike grin and gnashing jaws you attack me
    But never mind I don’t know what I’m talking about and
    You lunge forward and slip into this sea of broken dreams
    And suddenly… you’re… falling…