hallways pushpins twisted narrow pathways vaguely more civilized than the invisible trails ants march determinedly, i tried to pull him around each corner but the sweat from the heat of the word 'us' gathered on the palms of our frantic touch and he slipped away as i kept running turning and sliding in my red socks thumping and I felt as though my heartbeat would outrun me through this maze that never ended and stretched beyond imagination but dreamways are so real and being lost was better than being found, and the wooden floorboards croaked my name and aspired to give me away to give way, and I awoke... with a stop. 020807 what's it to you? who go blather from