(0388) the relics of beauty

beneath the disfigured drawings lie a vague truth of rational uncertainty we were designed to forget.
i was sleeping while someone else flipped the switch and woke up in a radically different environment.
it was a sultry day but blindingly bright and sunny, and at last, the nightmare was over.

now, we wait with shortness of breath and tremors at bedtime, but make no mistake - the wheels are already in motion.
no reason to panic ever again. it's only a dream.