Dreaming on the precipice

Her face was bright like an elve's on a gypsy morning. Her pink dressing gown swirled around like a Catherine Wheel. Our large alien faces peered in to the undergound cavern. A little fish, small as a grain of rice was swimming around, delicately. The meaning of life spread out like a fortress.

The cats supported eachother on chairs, scratching themselves in the early evening twilight. A vine hung from a canopy and blew in the breeze. I crunched the peppers in my mouth and stared down at the green eyes. Bird call echoed through the hanging clouds.

The black face of depression flashed out of the sofa, reflected in the eye of the TV screen. Jarring voices clawed against eachother in a cacophony of grit. A bookcase rose up from the corner like a crucifx. Robed figures sat around in a circle, chanting. The meaning finally spread out before me like a lemon drop. Cut off like a leper in a fairground I sat, wallowing in affluence and excrement.

The terror of thinking I was the only one watching. A feeding frenzy of lice ridden seagulls on a shingle beach. The antidote to the darkness came in the realisation that you existed as well. That when reality cracked I fell out, and saw the reality that I was creating. But now it is time to smash the bottle and dance on the shards.

A child sits on a white toilet cubicle looking at a candle. He shivers and clothes himself in black. Waiting for nothing he forgets where he is. Until he hears the music creeping along the floorboards. A wide ginger Dutch girl turns away her head and gets hit by a bus.

He opens the door, and returns to the party. He sings and dances and twirls like a comet shooting across a moonlit dark. His face glows like a candle and ignites the sparkles which glitter and spinkle like glitter. He dances on the flames like a spider on a web. His loneliness fades like a photograph in drawer when he realises that actors must interact or face distinction.

A smile, a thought, a kind word explodes like a rocket over a field. And the sparks land and turn into dwarfs and ballerinas who go skipping off into the night. Music plays from an enchanted hedge and reverbrates into the night time as two strangers sit on a seafront bench. One of a network of connections spreading out along a circuit board once the light has been switched on.

Depression is dismantled by a little fish and the reflection of a smile on the glass. Peaceful acceptance turns a buzzing bluebottle into a cat dreaming on the precipice.