Dream of Nike`

I was visiting.

There was a mother?

Nike` was close.  Her face was close to mine.

I was in-between these two women.  My hand was not where it ought be.

Well it was a pleasant dream, I have to say.

They drift away.  All you, or I remember one, or two details.

Feelings, sensory.

I still see her in my dreams from time to time.

“Just because you think someone is your soulmate, doesn’t mean they think you are theirs.”

Listless and drifting suicideally, and when did I start to get over it?

Up their in the air, trying to keep my balance with three stories down the little of cinderblocks and construction trash.

Fear, took ahold of me.  I steeled myself to put the rafters together.

The boss, who could walk the top plates unconcerned, probably laughed to himself.  Mike, Mike Walker.  I picked up after him too.

It is something I do.

Clean up after the boss.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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