Fluid movements of my consciousness
Dizzy and lightheaded
I float into the void
My own space where I can drift
Sliding slow and smoothly
Whispers of random secrets
Travel through my senses
They’ll be kept safe with me
Running to that unreachable stop
A cycle of never-ending ambition
Yet I stumble upon another love
Discontinued; another start
Blinking in this blur
Haze and mist be gone
I cannot clearly envision the path
Walk on even in confusion
Halt
Now I’m in a standstill
I came to a realization
In between sleep and wakefulness
Eyes wide open
Daylight glared through
Reality grasped me tighter
Telling me it’s the day… it is the day.
~melancholik (Melanie Oncog)
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