On The Plateu in Dreams And Nightmares

The cabin was set against a wooded backdrop. Somewhere in the distance the water sang of a rushing river. he was dragging himself off the mound of…what appeared to be clothing formed into a makeshift cot. The humidity is thick in the air and the clouds are gray. Looks as if there is a slight drizzle outside.

He’s standing in the yard again. Yelling. He’s always yelling. Why is he so damn angry all the time. Damn I wish there was something I could do to shut him up.

How can he stand there in judgement?

How can he stand there and criticize?

Your fault you idiot…its all your damn fault…

And with that passion and that anger you hate him all over again…