In places where nothing happens
Everything happens when I arrive
I bring nothing but the happenings in my head, the clothes on my body
The shoes on my feet that I wish I could kick off
So I could, for once, just
live life
But the fear holds me back from doing so
The fear of beings smaller than me
Who might just have greater minds and evil intentions with their tiny
claws and teeth
No hands, but I fear they’ll harm me
And so I remain clothed, never barefoot
In the fields I dream of visiting but can only haunt
And I zone out and leave the real world behind
Comforting sounds and pretty flowers and little
bees
And I dream of a world where they all exist but my fear does not
Where nothing holds me back
And sometimes I even dream of a world
Where they don’t exist
And sometimes, sometimes
I wish none of us existed at all
No worries, no sounds of bees, no breeze in the trees
No trees, no me
No future or passing time or manmade clocks or moss or rocks
Just my thoughts, like a stain on a flawless painting of what once was and never will be
The painting looks like stars
Scattered across a sky I cannot fathom
Marked by me and all people who had thoughts like phantom
pain
Minds that haunt us every day we exist and will haunt us even when we do not
In times where manmade seconds and hours are left behind
In some kind of past life
I fear the one thing that will always haunt me is
time
