Beyond and Before.

I dreamed that once upon a time....I woke up and there was a chinese dragon in my bathtub. He told me that we had to find the golden egg, so down the drain we slipped.. and chased the water and the oil slickness with its rainbow sheen to another world.
That other world is most definately not here.
And I fear that sometimes I am most definately not here.. and yet not there.. or anywhere for that matter.
And if I sleep and when I dream I'll slay the wretched demons of mundane living and the apathetic Many.
I care less and less about what people think...
Scissor me in half if that's what you feel best but take your pathetic show and walk when you're done. Becuase I am done too.
I never meant for this to be an entry of willowbark and bitterness.. I only wanted pent up words to stop their whispers. Behind closed eyes the walls have cracks and thoughts creak in and words slip out.
This is what happens when one does not write enough. The world gets jumbled and lost and found again in puzzle pieces without the helpful picture on the front.

Sleep is of utmost importance at the moment.