I dreamt static dreams
Of cubist mazes and and binary
I dreamt we wandered them aimlessly
Our minds fuzzy, as we turned corners
All of this doesn’t matter if I exclude it from the brackets of reality. I wanted to teach you the different shapes it can shift into.
But you might as well have been blind. The shutters in your eyes closed when I tried to explain and in return, I kept my silence.
Because what good would it do?
That’s not what good girls do.
And then I started to fade
And I remained in that state
Until there was nothing left
