it was dark.
the man held
on to the tree
for dear life.
Holding on
for survival. Or that's
what it seemed like as I watched
him...or tried not to watch him, I should say...
on that one summer night
that I always wish never happened...
always wish i could forget.
A night that showed no signs of the
impending storm that already existed,
but only in the man's mind...for the moment.
I wanted to speak to him, and let him know that everything
was going to be okay, but as the
moments quivered past me, i found
myself walking, and then running away.
Running home...because i began to believe
his reality more than mine.
I hoped i would never see him again,
but that proved not to be the case at all...
as even that very night, as i slept in my
one room apartment overlooking the ocean
in which i spent my youth baptizing myself
in it's waves, there was a rapping on my window...
and it was not a raven
or a dream.
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