i see everyone tonight. all actors on a shaded stage moving through my minds eye. but everyone's insides show on their faces. their hearts are on their sleeves. and some of them don't have them anymore. but no one seems inviting. everyone has shut me out and i wake up with a start. i hear everything. tonight's today. today's tonight. it's all merged into one swirling montage without good music or sense. and these vivid scenes become waves of dreams which grow more and more violent upon my emotional winds. and they'll shake me until i run from sleep like a child from the monsters in their heads.
i feel sick. see-sick. i've not actually been on the seas. so sick from what i've seen. or the illusion of seeing things.