Falling Awake
It is coming...
Can you see it in bright, cloudless skies?
Or at the darkest of night?
The midnight hour?
Can you feel it?
Feel it on your fingertips?
Can you grasp this, or did it escape you,
Once again?
It is coming
And it is real
Real...like
your love, pain, flesh
That I feel
As real as my heart
And the blood that runs through
As red as the Ink
That flows from this pen...
Which thinks for me always
Connecting the links:
Fragments of my mind
Sliding, slipping,
Dipping in and out
Ripping...
My thoughts.
I am losing...
My stability.
It is Coming.
It is closing in.
It is calling
And I am falling...
F a l l i n g
Awake
Can you see it in bright, cloudless skies?
Or at the darkest of night?
The midnight hour?
Can you feel it?
Feel it on your fingertips?
Can you grasp this, or did it escape you,
Once again?
It is coming
And it is real
Real...like
your love, pain, flesh
That I feel
As real as my heart
And the blood that runs through
As red as the Ink
That flows from this pen...
Which thinks for me always
Connecting the links:
Fragments of my mind
Sliding, slipping,
Dipping in and out
Ripping...
My thoughts.
I am losing...
My stability.
It is Coming.
It is closing in.
It is calling
And I am falling...
F a l l i n g
Awake
--L.
Community Member
Are you falling awake?
Do you always feel it coming?
I suppose you do.
You write so smoothly.
I do enjoy your style.
<3