My Old Friend

I sit alone in this vastness I can see your faces in other dimensions. Sometimes I can talk with you and you pull me free and I think I'm safe, and then I get sucked right back here again.

I don't like it here. It's dark, damp, and quiet. It smells like mildew and I'm cold and wet. Strange noises like moans of agony. I'm so alone.

I try to distract myself with happy thoughts. I'll shut my eyes, turn myself off, but the vastness is still here. I can't escape it. But the vastness is getting smaller and if I don't escape soon, I'll be crushed.

Please help me.


puppy - 9/28/97