trails

this

sort of a trail

along with the pictures

I hope they won't fail 

to tell the story

or at least part of it

when I finally wake up

when I can finally sit

and take it all in 

everything that I missed

then I'll be brisk, 

then I'll take a tour 

of these expressions
images and letters that I store

the pages
if they exist still

I'll try to work through them

the obscure stages

a hundred thousand words

a hundred thousand pictures

and yet I still haven't 

soaked in 

anything. 

not a second of reality
not a moment of truth