walking, outside, everything around you, surrounding you; you are in it. my feet hit the sidewalk again & again. something falls out of a tree, its back arched downward, arms still reaching out for the lost limb. i can't find the escape hatch, the safety switch. flashes of reality blinking on the inside of my eyelids. my arms are outstretched in front of me like a somnambulist or superman. i want to grab it, pull it towards myself - everything.
I write short stories. This is my blog. I'm going to write whatever.