June 25th Or 26th

Butterflies that once swarmed in my belly fire like bullets tonight over stars aligning us to be now death has a new prisoner I’m trapped within the walls of fear keep then lose weep then free wings escaping the pangs of tragedies times a thousand sleepless nights nowhere but back in the cage I exist when tears stream on cheeks burning wanting living in shadows where I am lost…

Nights ago a full moon appeared in my dream craters hollow like my soul tracks of androids leading to paths unseen I hear echoes in between us distance blurs visions of fate defining us I make the sign of the cross but religions have no meaning here even I’m unable to interact so I watch them like motion pictures on screen then find myself sitting in a classroom where a man throws dates like June 25th or 26th like I’m supposed to remember all this when i finally wake from my slumber.

I wake up and breathe.

I keep writing to keep living, and keep dreaming to understand reality.