The Matrix

I used to question my doctors, therapists, and even my mentor why I would close my eyes and see patterns, and numbers. I was afraid of holes. Which, actually turned out to be eyes. And over the years, they’d torment me. I’ll never forget when I woke up screaming, dreaming of an old lover climbing through the window to steal me, as my husband lay there sleeping soundly. And in this real moment, the realest moment I’ve ever felt, I realized, he was saving me. The only problem is, that dream is a light year away, and I have to start packing. Turns out, I have first class tickets back into the matrix. I enjoyed my time on the outside. I could breathe again, I was actually thinking. Wet on my feet, I had a hard time stumbling, but the dancing was something I’ll always love remembering. Ayeshacurryish let the sun come down. I guess I didn’t hate u enough.