I dream of a New York apartment. Ceiling-to-
floor windows, a torrent of light. I can’t see
anything in all this optimism. Can’t make out
the shape of my own demise anymore. Can’t
think of a better way to die. My body dresses
itself and clockworks its way to work and back.
20,000 days to go before a final bed of rest.
The future is so bright – I don’t want to open my eyes.
Just burn it all. If I can’t see it, I will just have to feel it.
Freewriting Explanation: I use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.