JoelJosol Posted August 22, 2014 Share Posted August 22, 2014 The crowing of the rooster fills my ears, in a few more twist and turns daylightwill lit the pavement of a wandering mind. Sleep slips away, unwilling to stopor look behind, not one glanceat dark shadows from last night.The ceiling is my projection screen,to where the eyes throw the scenes,familiar faces and dialogues streaminglike a downpour overwhelming sanity,vanity, and drowning with fear, catchingbreath- raise the hand, signal for helpbut from what? From unrealities- stitched to fix the holes of an existence, to keep memories intact from spilling onto the bed, disoriented from restlessness, from the ticks of the clock, from yet another morning. My doctor ordered a one-week bed rest due to a viral attack in my system. That gave me an opportunity to write and visit this site again :-) Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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