They come to me
in my sleep, these spirits of my past. Like home invaders they stop in un
announced ready to take me places I may or may not want to see. At times they
are playful as I hold onto one who laughs as she drops me only to be caught
before hitting the ground by another laughing just as hard. At times two will
take hold of me soaring at great heights and speeds darting between buildings
and mountains so quickly I am forced to close my eyes in fear of a not so
pretty landing. We dart between memories, me trying to say hello to friends and
family that have been gone for so long now, but they maintain their crazy
flying habits only allowing me very brief moments of joy. Sometimes we are so
high above the earth everything appears as if being seen by a hawk, circling
caught up in a thermal. The movements below are so small I can’t see a thing
and that’s usually when they start laughing again and drop me to their sick delight.
Down and down I plummet towards certain death screaming to deaf ears. Then like
a cartoon character I stop inches from the ground and hover for a second before
gently touching down. This continues throughout the night even though I beg for
it to stop. I guess I just drew the short straw this time and got a couple of
real smart-ass spirits.
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