Tuesday, September 21

when life feels like a series of darkened rooms
I turn to you, my otherworld
in my dreams I embrace them
like they never left my shattered arms
I wake and forget the way I felt
and the way I feel
I long for sweet floatations
through quiet grass stalks and blackened eyes
within I am all but truth
without the world is heavy
and to breathe is hard
in my dreams they embrace me
remembering who I was
who I am beneath the glass of my skin
while lost in raven hallways
I forget the whirl of conciousness
and can finally be

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