The hallway of life
The bridge over existence splits into a thousand roads. It travels over the thoughts and imaginations of everyone while they sleep. The fish that swim through your dreams feed on the memories of your old friends and family that you never think of. The smiles and tears that have all but faded away are the only proof that you have lived at all. The carbon copy receipt of your life. No returns after 90 days.
The awakening of your mind has begun as the sprinklers feed the grass that grows on your neighbors lawn. As you awake and see your own landscape you only see the brown dust bowl of your happiness. You take the windy path through the halls of your home. bumping into the most expensive walls you can afford. Flashes of the previous night shuffle through your head in no specific order. Dreams? Memories? Who knows? Who cares? Reality seems to become only a small part of your true existence as you fall closer to the bottom.
Like the times when you fall asleep and feel yourself falling only to shake yourself back to the ground. Only now a days you hope for the fall. You sleep more in hopes that you may one night hit the end of that dream. Hitting bottom isn’t a bad thing it’s a new start. A start from the bottom up. A way to one day become your neighbor with the green grass.
As the day fades into the past you think of the things that could have been. The things you wish you could have become. The person you could be now if only you didn’t bump into so many walls as you walk down the hallway of life.
Hitting bottom without hitting hurts more then you could ever imagine.
