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