IdreamedIdream

if i can feel my heart moving then i know it’s pounding right? (voice over)

(girl standing in front of a car garage motionless)

in a second it shatters and then it becomes whole (voice over)

It’s silly to think that we willingly place ourselves within the inhibitions of walls like objects stuck in shelves.  Rooms resonate the feel of storage spaces.  So, why is no one’s car parked in there?  Empty car garages make me antsy.  The burden of my thoughts weigh down on me as I convince myself that the world has discovered something I have yet to find.  I see a complex of yellow lines that flirt with separation, but shall never meet.  

This man, he had a feather in his dress pants.  

I fold in, letting my arms spread out.  I’m interlocking the idea of now.  I reach out and touch what I feel.  The roots of my finger tips disconnect from the fragments that prolong them.  They disperse and sink into the thirst that petrifies the existence of me.

infuse

confuse 

use

me

What is more than a brush of your fingertip on my shoulder?  Were you just dusting off a spectacle of lust?  Realizing I am nothing more than an idea, you consume the very thought of me through your eyes.