Cushy Pillows

Cushy feelings I cant seem to remember. A blank stare, face, heart, thoughts. Peering eyes from round the bed skirt. Starved attention has so quickly caught up with a weighted chest of now which sits a very fat cat. A muted television. Shows come and go telling stories of utopia and what's so far from it.

I cannot shake my pain painted legs. Fire to flesh is as cold as ice in a world of pessimistic libertarians. Who knew pain could feel this way? To incur the help of others through faults of my own. Amends left for the ages when growing a pair seems like a choice of greater value then the cave dwelling adventures currently in pursuit.

A sensation filled dream devoid of fluffy pillows, unicorns and post rain prism plastered skies. Double faced gourds holding zippered hearts shattered both wrenched and rinsed of memories forgotten. A night ends with dimming light. 24 hours ahead to change it all, page 1 rewrite. Virgin surfer as cherry as the blood red sun. There's a first time for everything.