I wasn't ready,
And like all things restless
It captured my attention.
Puzzle pieces fit together so well
When they have to.

Like a bailiff warranting a confession,
Anything's possible.
I'm stretched thin across the
Map of my responsibilities.
Strangled by sweaty sheets,
I surrender to these symptoms.

Parallel lives are born
As days blend into hallucination.
I want myself back.
I want Christmas lights and
Hardwood floors that warm me.
Where things slow down and songs are
Written in great attics of love.

These pieces of my forgotten history
Breathe life into my cells,
For better or worse.
Fighting between unconscious
And self conscious, I'm left waiting.

How long I've waited to make sense of this.
I need more than the promise of tomorrow.
In this body both worlds collide
In a miasma of sweat.
Even my dreams are hot to the touch.