Stretched

I dreamwalk out of the extraordinary house into the ordinary world, to an ordinary flat, to snatch a few hours of nothing.

Silent spaces hold a comfort that kind words lack. Here I feel strong, unfettered, despite the fascinating despair that mounts as the hours of nothingness dwindle.
Here I will examine my heart strings, test them, lick them, selfishly soak up and revel in every emotion they ooze forth, before I go back to the house that is a home.