my head gets fuzzy sometimes
rocks have formed in the back of my head
dust, they slowly fade away
Mr. Darkness has always had an interest
his grip, its been calm; soft.
Mr. Darkness, where are you now?
his eyes have met mine on multiple occasions,
it's gentle and electrifying.
i let go and you reach for my hand ...
what am i to make of this terrible mess ?
this mess i have made, thousands of times
mistakes i have made, it's here. i'm here.
i'm coming back home.
home, so close to touch.
to touch would be surreal.
surreal, is this my imagination?
love is powerful in all forms
so why is it i hear no when your heart syncs with mine ...
No, why do i hear it ?
i'm becoming undone.
unmasking, unraveling, i'm right here.
here, in this moment.
darling, it's time to sleep.
i have to go
going
gone
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