Three Dreams In One Day by junglechink, literature
Literature
Three Dreams In One Day
So, there I was, across the room from this gay guy. Someone's talking somewhere but that could be anyone. It could be the girls sitting on a couch against the wall to my right. We got camera people with cameras and big fluffy microphones hanging over us. I don't really notice them though. I just know that they're there. That's how it works in reality TV shows. It's real. But it's not. You follow?
"Hey, Mark, would you mind rubbing some lotion on my back?" Mr. Gay guy suddenly asks.
I'm Mark, by the way. That's me.
I don't remember his real name. I don't really care what his real name is. Did he ever tell me? How long have I been here?
I
No one bothers me in these rooms
objects, vague outlines in dim light
sagging like old men, indifferent
in deference
to the spreading stain on the floor
there's no strength for weeping
and my soul suffers
all that is my heart pours
such bright colors
such extraordinary pain
painted in hazel gray
no one can see these things
there is no great need for what I have to say
when it rains, the sun is often forgotten
just some dream that passed our way
I hold my hand out
reaching for something
anything
my fingers meet only air
another occurence of thinking someone might
be there
deluded in my visions
no one visits me in these ro
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