yesterday, I dreamt that I was lost in some abandoned labyrinthine mall. concrete walls giving way to sinister subterranean multi-plexes and ghastly food-courts. neglected shops; their wares intact. in fact, everything, including the lights. the whole place lit up like business as usual, but I was the only one there. yet, the ironic thing is that I found this horror while running away from people. just wanted to be the fuck alone. no more ugly voices. no more useless attempts to expain myself. no more regret. no more. then, when all seemed to be right in line with my intentions; when all seemed to be perfectly apropos...none of it belonged to me at all, and I required someone in which to share it. otherwise, it all would turn on me, like rabid bliss. my misanthropy, being the absentee minotaur of this convoluted maze. then the lights dimmed. my labyrinth (suddenly no doubt that it was mine) heaved & swelled like a vast gaudy lung. or, maybe, a monumental shrug?
in the end...
