I've been here before
I'm sure

Flickers of memories
trickle and tickle
the edges of my mind

Shouting and waiving in the distance

For now
not knowing where i am
is pleasant

I don't need to know

Diamonds sparkle
and dance with butterflies

The shouting is getting louder now

"Parle vous francais??"

What?

The diamonds now magnify the light into jagged daggers
And the butterflies fan a hurricane that slaps me in the face

"Parle vous ok?"

What?

"Are you ok?"

What?

Senses return with crashing crimson temples

What the ****?

"Are you alright?
You got hit in the head with the bat
Wear the helmet next time if you wanna play catcher!"


Dust off
Helmet on

Play ball!!