• My eyes close,
    and the cold breeze through the window brushes against my face,
    the matress is hard but I do not care,
    It is all about the waking feeling I get in the morning after my relentless sleep,
    my mind falls unconcious,
    I slip from reality like water in someones palm,
    and swiftly disapear,
    my sheets slip from under me and the matress loses its composure,
    I fall,
    fall down through the blackened clouds of sorow,
    My body splashes,
    And my lungs fill with a strangling hold of ice cold forces,
    my eyes sting in the water,
    I see the world I've never seen of coral and sea weed,
    my arms are pulled,
    I grasp to the surface and its welcoming breaths,
    I frantically look,
    The land is desolate and filled with cragged bolders,
    their here,
    I am japped from the pond of memories,
    and dragged away,
    my body flops onto the hard strait elevated wood,
    my feet grow cold,
    people mumbling in words un aprehendable,
    I do not care,
    I am filled with pain alover and cannot get up,
    ropes chafe my wrists,
    I struggle and struggle but cannot free myself,
    and now I know,
    this dream may be more than what i realized my mind could comprehend


    to be continued?