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No I did not mean you.

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This sucks

This totally sucks.

Time to write something incoherent
No. I meant coherent.
Dammit who cares.

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Full circle. The thought echoed through his head.
Strange, he had been gone a long way round and yet..still here?
He sat there alone, the radios and disc players around him silent. The music was gone. Again. Maybe that was the key. The radios and disc players.
He didnt want music. Did he. He wanted noise.
Suddenly the objects around him began to blur, and swirled around him. His view, shifting.
They weren't radios anymore.
He watched as he was encased in a box. A glass box, he peered at it and looked beyond.
He saw people, different people, all around, that old friend from a distant past, that figure that still haunted his nightmares, and her. Standing, lurking, doing all sorts of things. Some, knocking at the door to his glass prison.
A door.
He realized that it was no prison, but of his own making. And he wondered if he could trust this strange reality.
He still remembered the music, as that radio played, drawing him closer to her.
He remembered that smile, on its face. Welcoming, the rhythm smooth, slick, calm. He remembered it drowning out all other music, the radio, drawing him closer to it, with her melody. He remembered gazing into her eyes, and knowing that he never wanted to stop. Never wanted the music to stop.
His eyes opened, they had closed. The prison around him melted away. He stood instead at a great chasm. He looked around in that foreign place. Ash filled the air, and he began to sweat from the heat.
There she was.
Across the gulf, a solitary radio sat. Things were different on the other side, there the mist, shrouded everything in an unearthly blue. The music was faint, but he could still feel her. He wondered whether his ears were playing a trick on him. Whether he was just imagining things. He called out to her, and the music stopped. The figure disappeared. Confused he blinked, and watched as the world around him crumbled into blackness.
He opened his eyes. And wondered if anyone else but him would know and understand what he'd been through.