2004-04-01

polly wants a cracker

i was dreaming again. i was sitting in a field of black flowers, with a dead tree next to me. the sky in was dark and dreary blue, like covered with shadows. i looked above me and i saw the tree's branches like creepy hands with long and dark fingers, stretching upwards. cold wind shook the tree, a few of the leaves that were still there fell down with a deadly grace, whirling in the ice cold breeze. a piano was playing silently in the distance. the black flowers trembled in the wind, it made me shudder. a silent voice started to sing with no words. like a peaceful angelic choir, coming from the grass all around me. i looked at my pale white hands, they were trembling.