Hi, it's me again, back!
I close my eyes. My body on the mattresses, For moments, or hours, straight
it is laid, as a rock.
With my face to the ceiling I lay waiting for them to come.
And the room is so quiet.
I see full moon, shining brightly over diamond blue water, eating
fish, grilled, with a lot of spines filling my mouth, I choke. I see her
standing there, gazing speechlessly, she looks away, I reach up to her while
she fades away. I see spots of blood, covering sheets and floors. I run to lock
up the doors, to stop the fierce black dogs from breaking in my house. I hear People flooding
over bridges in rage waving away decades of shame, and then it rains. I look
through the window to find green hills standing tall spinning the clouds
around. I see dead people.
Amongst a lot of fuss and shadows where everything is possible and
nothing is bizarre, I find myself wandering around in glances of time, places
& people. I see them, those in the forgotten worlds far away. I grasp their
gestures and touch, where everything is symbolic.
I am where I need to be. I am myself.
Like a mass of dust scattered aimlessly in space, I wake up.
And the room is so quiet.
The moon is full out there, I am sure. Mutters of tree leaves in
Dolby breeze, I can feel. Laughter of friends lashing wet streets with swift
tyres, I can tell just by clinging my fevered mass to such cold hard solid glass.
Out of focus, I see my world like everything else blocked within
these walls .. that body. Everything except that overloaded pump steaming
inside my chest, drumming loud leaving echoes of my soul to instantly dim.
And the room is so quiet.
Intolerable vacuum surrounding me, filling my room, all the room,
scaring me as I keep streaming the routes of that white spiral maze inside my
head. over jammed with too many questions remain unanswered, too much doubt
remains unhealed, to many messages remain unsent.
And the room is so quiet.
Hysterically roaring across the room, I scream.
And the room is so quiet.
I close my eyes. My body on the mattresses, For moments, or hours, straight
it is laid, as a rock.
With my face to the ceiling I lay waiting for them to come.
And the room is so quiet.
Am I losing my mind?
I’m dead .. am I ?
