You are Here. I AM Here.

It's encased in my ribcage. My pretty little drum machine.
Be good baby, cause I'm not as fragile as I look.

Speak too soon.

What the fuck does it matter at this point.
Lot of sporadic dreaming that I can't remember.
Not as many migraines, but more and more little visions...
Hallucinating and prophetical. What's the difference??

Dig holes. Fill wombs. Eat well. Knock on Tombs.
Pay my respects to whatever, whomever, you are. Call, Call, Call.
There are bats all around- spirits and souls on their backs.

Dream: Tubes

I was laying in bed with my boyfriend and I wasn't wearing a shirt I looked down and it looked like a little needle was trying to poke through my skin on my nipple, from the inside trying to poke out.
So I grabbed it and started pulling, and pulling, and pulling.
The first part looked like a blue needle but then it go to more the thickness of a straw, it was a tube, and it was pretty durable, like a rubbery material.
It was about the length of my arm.
I got up and went into the bathroom, it was the bathroom of my mom's old place, where the one bathroom on the side led to my old bedroom.
I walked in and my mom was there sitting, reading a book I showed her the tube.
I looked down and my nipple was leaking, whiteish watery stuff, like milk.

Hungry

You think you're free? You look ahead and behind and your just another in the line. You see the path it's so close. But you fear the run.
You'll heal from the bruises, believe me. The pain goes away once you reach that field, there is a clearing before the woods.
You stay in the single file line and you'll never see it.
The most beautiful thing that man can comprehend, you might find someone you love, if you can break away.
Find a hand to hold. and run together.
But first you'll have to recover all your pieces, because when you take that leap they're going to try to shoot you down.
All the others that have let their past keep them in place.
Sharp shards from your previously broken hearts cutting holes in your chest.
Let yourself seep out through them, Free your soul.
Find your heart.

-Saree

I dreamt that my hair was past my shoulders and different shades of reds and blonde.
I was standing in the mirror, holding a mirror looking at the back, when the colors started seeping down my back like a watercolor painting. It made my hair grow longer, in waves and small curls tumbling down.