I guess it was promise

I was looking for the promise of something bright and filled with emotion

The perfect time … way… scene

Something new to twist my way

I couldn’t find it though

It wasn’t there

No new moments

Just familiar themes and scattered past lives

The present tense was littered with creatures from the closet

Stagnant no longer

They were dusty but still in working order and they attacked my senses with such fury that I had to get away

to dream

to float amongst the winged

How long until they poison me?

How long until I feel their sickness?

The answer is in my palm

If only I could read

That would be interesting