OFLUXO

it’s what the rock says

because the earth speaks

it sings too

lalalalala doo doo doo oooooooooo

No Where is quiet

she was in my dreams again last

night

did i swallow a spore that made me dream

Drink coffee in the morning

Ya it’s hazelnut

Refuse to write down dream

because the rat doesn’t write it

down why should i?

OK taurus is stubborn. I write it down:

she has short brown hair that’s somewhat brittle but it smells really lovely like a worn in t-shirt that hasn’t been washed. she must dye it that color. I think she has a lot of greys, but it doesn’t matter. If she didn’t dye it I’d still think she was beautiful. age doesn’t matter. i get to roll around in her bed and smell her sheets and smell her hair. i wonder why smelling things is so comforting. breathe in really deep and fall past this part of dream into another. into another. into another. singing in my ear, it’s so quiet it tickles. my ears are sensitive. but i breathe back into hers. hers is a shell that spirals inwards. trace the shape until the scale of my finger outgrows it. not sure i can reach the center of the labyrinth but she tells me I can and puts my finger back where it was and tells me to continue on my path.
I wake up.