reality bites

having rattled the remnants of anything that felt like belonging I kept scattering and maintaining my grip around an old, cherished dream vaguely familiar, or so it would seem... if I could only manage now to hold back this sense, of falling deeper inside myself, around the times I remember with ease of gentle smiles and memories, desert demons and bittersweet themes, frozen in place ... I want to stay there, sometimes languishing, and never return to this harshness that is ...