a dream sequence, pt. 1

the talking is incessant. we start these speeches out with run, jane run - simplistic in nature, but we're laughing at the unheard complexities (why is jane running? from the irs?). sometimes when i speak out, i'm speaking to you, though not directly, and i wish you could understand it. your chest was rising like the sun on the horizon beneath my fingers which traced your alien heartbeat. the colored charcoal stains my fingers; this picture is never finished. i highlighted the green stems with a spot of yellow, here and there. my finger causes friction over the dust, blending it in, picturesque payment. your heart is here under this piece of cheap canvas. (i picked it up from behind that old man's apartment building. a little stained, but nothing i couldn't work in.)

my thermos is decorated, though unintentionally. the warm flavored liquid is spicy and burns at my throat as it trickles down. the studio floors mark my knees and elbows with their existence, as i bend forward to illustrate these feelings. the warmth channeled into the palms of my hand, holding them equally apart around this piece of colored of colored plastic. my mind is blank as to how i could bring these edges together. the dark weather outside is stifling - the dark clouds block the sunlight from evading these 12th-floor glass panes. in my head, i am somewhere else ---

it'd be a grave disservice to you if i told you my location, because i'd want you to find it for yourself. at first, i didn't even know, myself; the surroundings were completely dark, hiding beneath the circumference of the palm tree leaves. a cool, salty breeze played tag against the bare pieces of my skin, summoning me forward. in the distance, a light was blazing on the end of a wooden post; a plank was lifted by bricks and held in place with what seemed like pure magic. as my senses adjusted, my eyes caught vision of people. several of them, dressed similarly, the same tourist-ridden uniform that defined generations of travelers. their eyes were all diverted to one central focal point, the brightest point in this conglomeration of humans...

(back in the studio apartment, a rapping noise came at my front door, pulling me back to reality. who was this, disturbing my sequence?)