mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all

he said he was a victim of circumstance. his reflection didn't seem to hear him though - it ate him up all the same. don't look anymore, it'll go away. it'll go away.

somewhere out there

I recently poisoned my world; tainted it red. and half the time its a psychedelic whirl of colours that don't stop spinning. there's voices which tell me things: whispering into my ear the spray of the ocean and the wind of the desert. but it is the full paranoma of the clear night sky which is painted the most realistically. where we all sit on our little grassy knolls, waiting for that shooting star that never comes.

what is the colour of your rainbow?

please don't turn the page

he appeared in a dream last night, waxing lyrical about physics questions as the sunnybeach and sparklingsea took a break (it was raining outside). but the physics didn't matter after a while, because he'd thrown the textbook out into the rain. our conversation said, "it's possible." when i woke up i said otherwise. oh the trauma of everyday life.

still, i went back to sleep as fast as i could. but the beach and sparkling sea had disappeared altogether. physics questions just aren't supposed to happen. you don't question reality.