Huckabees Schmuckabees

A piece of writing for a change...

My sight is literally clearer. For the past several weeks I have begun to see leaves on the trees, the way the fog slowly creeps, the definition of the grey vs. whites in the clouds. My car floats across the pavement. I am stopped and airborne. Cars zoom by as I embrace my new eyes, stopped in body and mind, my only focus- the beating of my heart and new eyes. WAKE UP! Green light, must stay in this world, stop drifting away, start living again. Living like they all do. Zoom, I turn left and become a part of the zoom too. Airborne I glide down the two lane road. Trees, God look at the leaves so many. Are they real? Am I real? Am I the tree? Body and my drift away. I fall apart into the infinity of my car, the pavement, the sidewalk, the grass, the tree trunks, branches, leaves, blue sky, the Universe. I melt into my beautiful death of this world. WAKE UP! Stop sign. This is getting scary, my body lives in this world, so I must abide by it's rules. I must stay awake. Am I falling asleep at the wheel, or waking up in the real? I know it's not the helper because I haven't visited today. So am I just this enlightened? What is this? What am I thinking? I am alone. I am crazy. No one could understand this. If you do, if you're out there, and you know my questions too, find me out. WAKE UP! You're conscience and still ignoring the rules. Assimilate, quickly, you must preform your body's duties soon, you must speak your native tongue. Hello. Yes sir. No sir. Goodbye. Dead inside to this new world. I want to go back. But not until tomorrow. How lost am I? Someone save me, because I'm drowning, disappearing, and loving it.