Random illusion

 I had had this dream last night I thought I would give you readers a chance to weigh in. It was me chained to the computer while writing some of the strangest thing that went through my head. I’d like to present to you…..

Militaristic Cardinal:

          I had this rage sing aside for the parades or persons passing through my life. I felt hung up in a sense of the waking coma. Yet, am still or moving. Is it my body and soul? Do they see the needs in us all? They must for they are living glass balls. They watched as if it is daytime television had it outs.

            The corruption of the walls burning around me my eyes bore into something that I so desperately wanted. The vial that could make me in to a normal person or better yet- the person they felt I needed to be.

I recall my night this week. Bruises all over my body; coloring me into different shades of a coming autumn. I suppose that was my breaking point.  I want my life back but what part of it will I get back? I think as I stare at the vial for  what seems like hours. Tipping point.