float

i haven’t gotten a whole lot of sleep in the last week.  i am not, though, compressed to the ground with the weight of missed dreams.  instead i float slightly above the earth as my reality has become blurred with the stuff of reverie.  and during the few hours i do get to rest i have a greater sense of peace as the melancholy sound of knife grazing glass (scraping the bottom of the jar for the remnants of something whose color or consistency i could no longer recall) has faded from my ears.  i can see it again.  it is thick and blood red.