i sit alone
in a room with no walls
no boundaries
but if i dared to move out of the square
death will breathe into me
like a kiss
but unfeeling
i sit on a old worn suitcase
my life encased inside
it is cold
whirlwinds pass by
they are made of icicles
they sting and rip
everything is a ghostly white
so i can prove that i am alone
i can scream and not hear a reply
so i open my suitcase and jump in
warmth caresses my frozen arms
smells and feelings reach my senses again
i am not alone
i am lying on a warm matress
on the floor
feathers all around
lying next to him
i hold his hand and drift back to sleep
alone
i keep on writing about dreams
i dont know why
alliestar7, 27 days ago
beautiful.
you’re really good at this.
:}
falsehope in reply to alliestar7’s comment, 27 days ago
i always wanted to sleep on a matress
on the floor
with feathers all around
its a fantasy
not sexual
just a fantasy
x