broken house
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

Dear Chicago,
It's difficult for me to get 'over' the stupid little things like breathing and opening your eyes. I had a long sleep this evening, but it didn't put me in a better frame of mind.

In my dreams, I was wearing a cobalt blue dress that dragged behind me when I tried to climb fences to get away. Like a circus, nearly everyone from my current and past life coexisted seamlessly in the place where I grew up.

I didn't see you, though. Not even in the made-for-tv section of my dream where I played real life video games for my life. I thought for sure you'd be in the audience, booing.

Things are getting lost in our secret translations, and I'm both too powerless and apathetic to stop it. Like a bad movie, it keeps going. You want it to be over but the ride keeps going, and you're strapped in, no matter what.

I wish I knew where it was going. I wish I had someone to consult with on a daily basis of my merit, but you're where you are and I'm where I am.

I'll spray paint this on one of your sidewalks, hoping you'll see it and know what it means.
Love,
Gish