My watch is broken.
The sky gets darker,
I start to wonder
Are all my thoughts just
Or a parallel me
Speaking in dreams.
What are these worlds we find ourselves in?
A descriptor for water is lucid
But it is not even when it sounds so right.
I close my eyes,
I drift to thought.
They cant be mine,
They are too many.
I hear the beating hearts of the world.
Their thoughts rushing to my mind,
I look out the window,
Always darkest just before dawn.
On October 29 2009 117 Views