raccoon's zone!

This web is still being woven. Please don't be surprised if it changes from time to time...

i had a dream and i wrote some things from my(dream) perspective

i live in the tall house with dark curtains
by the playground with the strange children

the travelling circus has come
i know not to approach. i do not need to be told
it is quiet there

i close my eyes and the world goes dark
i hear a voice and it judges
i feel it closing around me. i know not to view it
light overwhelms my vision. the voice regards me as prudent
it recalls a poem. it excuses me

the world outside is bright