mana

"I am too familiar because you know me too well. That's right, boys and girls. Label me. Label the little girl. Analyze everything and put it in its rightful space. Lock me out because I'm dangerous. Dangerous to what? Everything you see is a result of you losing your dream. Every action you make is in reality a reaction. Everyday you live as if you are protecting your heart from the world. The truth is, boys and girls, that you're breaking your own damn heart. No one hid your dream from you. You lost it. You left it in the gutter. Which gutter, boys and girls? Which gutter did you leave it in"

I stare a wannabe-prophet in the eye. I'm horrified at the thought someone would say this to me. I'm offended at what he's accusing me of. I of course say nothing.

"Symbolism is everywhere. You just have to know where to look. Your dream is everywhere. You're so classic. You're blue jeans and apple pie. In your singularity you have conformed. With your frigid eyes you have melted your world. What's so wrong with being human? What's so wrong with being you?" His eyes, his beautiful eyes are like terrorist planes flying into my world trade center of a brain.

"Is that supposed to make sense?" I ask, wanting answers and peace all rolled up in perfectly grilled tortilla shell.

"Sleep on it." He says with a smile.

"Excuse me?"

"Sleep on it."