strangers I’ll remember

there is life in the shell where I dream. every night spawns a new path forged for freedom from the blind climb by the stream of sardines through the subway to their desks. escape for a moment enough to forget. colour bleeds through sleep into stories I write for myself with words I can’t find. glimpses of people and places I’ve known give way to new worlds and foreign feelings. I crawl in unfamiliar skin. thinking costs less and I can move through space and moments unfatigued by hate or hurt. every night is something different and the tune can always change: I greet joy and fear as strangers I’ll remember when I wake. now is forever and suns never rise. there is life when I dream to forget where I’ve been and the mess of a self that I’ve left on my bed.