-1The softest sound of quiet rain trembles through my thoughts. Can you feel it in the dark? A torrent of a mind I remember. Or remembered. Delicate filigree through a window. Does anyone still dream? Gold droplets, teasing. Stone face, forgetful. I'm silvered, like nighttime. Do I still melt away, as cool?
Forgetful, dawn dreams wishing. Soft exploding. Disremembered. Is there still morning?
Old thoughts colorful, like springtime. Sputtering warm. A life that's far from me now. Lost in mind-dreams, like the dark.
Can you still hear me?
Dream of the world, sometimes. Soft. Slippery understanding. Faces. Whose eyes? Yours searching me out, gone. Shrouded, like morning. Elegant and cracked. Someday and never. Thin-peeled illusions. Breezing. severed in purpose, of purpose left over. Becoming like dialogue outside of speech. I'm not so sure the world was ever real? Hope is swallowed up by every-day insanity, always. It's too late to hope with you now, I am gone.
Where am I?
Why am I going becoming and being so unknown? Sunlight and fading in smooth again lines. Voices, echoing, fused into memory maybe. Whispering something, is that truth? Can you understand?
I think this place is real, complete as anything could be, maybe. But minds change and truth ends always in ashes or dust, that's what they say. I am towered away distant shadowed. Fading with isolation. I'm always so conscious of my sanity, slipping. They placed me far away for me protection, and this safety is destroying me.
How long have I been gone?
I used to be someone. Once upon a time. I am reflected off of white walls, lonely. My hair is too long. Tangled and chaotic. Almost chopped it, reckless, but I waited. Waiting for you, you're the escape from myself always heavy with time. The air is suffocating. I'll open the window to make space for you. It's too empty in here for me, it's filling with madness. Solitude is playing dangerously close to the end of my self, and I'm begging for rescue.
Will you come find me?