The precipice
Half awake and dreaming, these outlined thoughts fill my perspective, slowly moving slower Into this dream world.
A world of words circle like a twister around the long forgotten outlines of my subconscious, the in-between dilapidated city of half dreams that I consciously remember but never quite understood, I pass the voids of thoughts that I stray from, big black pools of tar and cement. (Their shimmery surface is inviting but I know how consuming they often are).
