A Brick for the Blind

The empty pocket of perplexity was not what I wanted it to be in my escapage plan where the 4 am mosquito shadow was shaping up like a bad dream I was afraid to go back to sleep with.
And then I thought, maybe it’s someone else’s bad karma that had seeped into my dreaming and had insinuated itself into the landscape of my making and I’d been taken in by it to believe it was mine.
I’d woken up trying to un-attach myself from some nameless fear, some scary darkness, and as I lay there attuning myself to my surroundings I came to myself and mastered the fear and told myself what I needed to hear in the confines of the dark room so early in the morning.