The Unknown

April 27, 2010



The Unknown







Trying to get the flashes of thoughts out of my head

A jumble of fantasies like a movie reel playing over and over

Of different scenes, each one different but ones I have seen before

Each is similar with a story to tell with a never ending.



One is driving on the highway and seeing a actual wreck and

I look out the window and picture how the people are.

Did they survive?  I don’t know, the story never ends

as the fantasy in my head plays on.



Then I fantasize about the wreck and the movie plays with me in the wreck

Not knowing what to do or how to feel and what I am suppose to do next.

Was it green for me or was it red? I don’t know the scene isn’t clear.

The never ending story goes on playing over and over.



Another is a fantasy of a child playing on the yard of a house.

Is it my child, my house? I don’t know.

The child is taken by an unknown man, a family member or maybe a friend?

I don’t know, the story doesn’t end, the never ending fantasy.



I wake up and realize these are my dreams of the unknown and the unspoken.

Wishing I had an ending to the dreams and fantasies, yet glad I don’t.

If I did, then they wouldn’t be my dreams and fantasies of me, my soul.





By Christina M Fritts