The journeys
Standing still by the glass
I run through a thousand nightmares
And on the floor
I stretch as far as the stars,
then race back down to tell you about them.
I traverse distances that do or don't exist
In a few silent breaths
And some of them are beautiful,
when I am not scared.
I journey
Mad or wanted -
By going nowhere.
C. LJ Ireton 2024
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