25 oct 2018, The Attendant

Latte.


The weirdest thing:

I dreamt I was a dream myself,

a concoction of someone's rather dull imagination.

That I lost my consistency,

my shape and all my lines,

that somehow I had no limit

other than what that person thought of or for me.

It was kind of depressing.

But also, really,

strangely liberating.



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