as I sit here alone.
Lost in my misery,
songs stuck in my head.
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Sunlight slips through the branches
and glitters off the water. A leaf falls into the stream and ripples begin to grow. Is this for real or just a dream?
I never want to wake up. I’m afraid of the nightmare, the nightmare of reality. I know why it started; not sure how it grew; not sure how to stop it. Times are moving too fast.
Can’t seem to make it stop. This isn’t the beginning. You’ve been through so much. In the depths of the darkness,
I find myself searching. Am I shut in or shut out? Do I look for an exit or an entrance? |
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