calling it a journey
lost without a cause,
twirling in despair,
trying to reach out,
but to whom can I shout?
Falling...
air whizzing by,
sea looks deep but soft,
grasping empty branches.
cliffs look smaller, farther away,
music is too loud but no sound,
would I ever be found?
thoughts rush, nothing sticking
the smell is sickling
as so my blood is trickling
familiar faces,
paces
traces
braces
aces and
cases
Falling...
clothes are tearing,
eyes are glaring,
thoughts are non-sharing,
When?
face as white as clouds,
as I see myself surrounded by mouths,
talking, miming and singing
past memories. Is that what it means?
I am not falling anymore...
I have fallen. Alone