Windy morning. Exhausted.
Author: Carl Page 84 of 153
The color comes and goes. My vision streaks along the night sky. My sight is getting worse and the noise is back. I never know when to expect it. It shows up. An unwanted house guest in my own brain.
To. From. Here. There. Everyday is exactly the same.
The day has not gotten less weird.
Trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes and come to terms with the day, I’m still seeing things. My vision is clearing. I got halfway to work before I knew I wasn’t dreaming.