A fuzz-covered velcro ball, hooks so matted that nothing will stick.
A hand grasping for another’s, slipping under the water through waving fronds.
Headphones worn to drown out reality.
Waking up – finding the bed has fallen away, replaced by nothing.
Standing at the top of the waterfall, feeling the pull of the current.
A raisin, floating in overcooked oatmeal.
Eyes closed, the only sound, tinnitus.
I’m lonely
Shaping Reality 