spinning the fan spins slowly with each swelling breeze my mind clicks through frames of 8mm film losing its track sunlight cuts along the wall memory reaches back trying desperately to hold what it feels revealing myself in perceptions of others decaying slowly into what I pretend to be my soul got lost many lifetimes past and now spins in the wind calling out in my sleep for me let all the tears you cry fill your heart with love beating softly for your soul stealing time faces appear stepping out of dark hallways tapping on my shoulder gazing into my eyes behind me inside me it hides