a place that doesn’t exist

the roads are always the same

always the same places

always lost

always pulsing with anxiety

always running late

the rich neighbors that don't exist

Julie and and

his name I never remember

there is always a monster

not always with a physical form

but it is there

how can my dreams of late always be here

why am I forced to confront a place

that doesn't exist

I hate it

let me go

let me get there on time

how hard is it to get out of a neighborhood

that my dream self lives in

aparently hard enough to torment me