Cloaked in Darkness Like a blanket Choosing to smother me Or comfort me Which? An eye that waits to close But a mind that keeps it open the time It drifts off Even if I don’t Can’t Won’t? There is too much to explain To nobody And no words to express it all with Just the sensation Of wanting connection And the lack of it Drying out my tongue. Lost again Lonely Just floating about. Floating, just about.
Cloaked in Darkness Like a blanket Choosing to smother me Or comfort me Which? An eye that waits to close But a mind that keeps it open the time It drifts off Even if I don’t Can’t Won’t? There is too much to explain To nobody And no words to express it all with Just the sensation Of wanting connection And the lack of it Drying out my tongue. Lost again Lonely Just floating about. Floating, just about.
I post things on occasion. They are the click of a camera, the tap of a pen, the clinking, clunking and clanging of cogs, which are very slowly turning in my brain...but what are sounds anyway?