i danced with laughter last night
he is good to me
i need to spend more time with him
past came calling
but i didn't accept the charges
he's too moody and sentimental
love and i had afternoon tea
in a thunderstorm
he is essentialfuture rang the bell
i peered through the peep hole
he smiled at medream and i have an understanding
he is only allowed to visit
when he's not a nightmare
The visitors arrived again last night
there are more of them now
nameless, faceless, yet familiar
and comforting
my fear of the beast stalking humanity
keeps me up most nights,tossing and turning
the visitors wait
they descend in the early morning hours
of my deep sleep
they are busy, doing something
I don't know what, but their presence
grows stronger
maybe I will attempt lucid dreaming
and ask them who they are and why
they're here
but I think I know
the visitors are here to comfort
and protect me, maybe from my
own thoughts and imagination
but the virus is no imaginary beast
the virus is real
maybe the visitors are too
