A flowing white dress. An unwelcoming open field. Trees. No leaves. Voices. Familiar and strange. Hushed. Sometimes screaming. Struggle. For coherence. A blue monster. Oh, That’s just the witch from the television series I saw over pizza last night. Friends. That’s who they were. That’s what they said they were. But not anymore. Just my insecurities. Unresolved issues. Indigestion. Whatever. A beautiful place. Like a whiff of fresh air. Home? Homesickness? Laughter. Pretence. Family. Hope. Restlessness. Running. Looking to get somewhere. The demons from the future. A smile. The one like a lopsided grin. Sanity. The wide open field. Fog. Fog. Dreams. Nightmares. Reasoning.