Anthology

Murky, shadowed-filled voices; spinning, turning, churning; fade in and out, slowly.

Revolving images, not quite whole, changing, transforming, taking new shapes as I sleep.

Reality mixes with fantasy seamlessly—where does one end and the other begin?

Hundreds of moments, condensed and confined into one single instant, linger for a second before becoming lost in the crowd of faces that storm my mind.

They merge with conjured up pieces of fiction; nonsensical, rhythmical, poetic tall tales, sliding over one another in their quest to tell a story.

Haphazard and bent, disorienting—falling and rising up; where does this tale begin?

I awake.