Unconscious

With the last conscious breath of the day,
the grip of reality slips away,
the mind releases the usual format and gives way to the
bending, twisting, and blurred sketches that race forward and back,
Time has no hold…
No longer limited to mortal needs, focus is not an option
As my soul spreads itself across unknown planes
I see her face…I take my first breath…open my eyes…
And she is there…I am no longer lost.

Unconscious

Thatoneguy

Joined March 2008

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