i had nightmares last night because someone i used to know that is in the military texted me at 1a saying he hoped i was safe. and that sent my skull spiraling into some apocalypse now brain space where the world was smoke and mortars where i dreamt that the lower forty-eight was about to be at war and there was a government mandated curfew and all the windows were boarded up and it was much worse than the quite, dead space a hurricane makes. and the secret service was knocking on people's doors, people that the government somehow knew to protect for the future of man, but no one knocked on my door.
for however wonderful my waking world seems to be in front of me, my subconscious won't let me wander too far into the futile.
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