lights. camera. action.

reaction to the problems of yesteryear

but have no fear, my dear

call me on my cell but i won't be near.

welcome to the garden party.

might i charm you with a spot of tea?

far-sighted, near-sighted I'm blind to your games.

My eyes burns from squinting, trying too hard to see through the wall.

but i DO have x-ray vision, i swear...

lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

a bigger cat with longer claws, chasing bad habits and smoke trails and they disappear around shadowy corners.

my dreams have not dissolved into reality like they are supposed to as i open my eyes each morning-

instead my dreams blur into my day and then my nights continue the story.

my time-frame is a 24 hour disaster and a half.

I can't tell the difference between monsters in my sleep and strangers on the street.

wake up sarah. this has all been a lie.