A Superfluous Dream

Last night I returned to a place that is familiar. My old neighborhood looks the same, only more animated, louder, and more colorful. Jenny was still that chubby little girl bringing me on one of her random excursions. I am 24 years old and find it hard to keep up with her. We whiz past my…

Pacifying Panic

I don’t want to think anymore. As I watch the walls close in and the sounds fade to white noise, I can tell you’re questioning what’s going on inside my mind. Still, with the madness inching outward, grappling for you, you hold me still as I’m uncontrollably shaking in your grasp. You change the subject,…