Borderline

Slumber.

I long for the sweet, sweet slumber

where dreams and darkness

collide.

Too fast. Too fast.

fast

fast

The moving train trying to be caught,

just out of reach.

Speeding to its destruction.

Powerless.

Confused.

Are you real? Am I real? Is anything real?

I can’t run. It’s always there.

Too much too fast.

I can’t think.

Lost.

Dark.

Cold.

Where am I?

Isolated.

A dust particle the size of the universe.

A screaming whisper,

as loud as silence.

Never finding my way back.

A blackhole in my mind.

I can’t move. I can’t breathe.

They’re aware.

I’m aware.

I hear everything.

The walls.

The trees.

The sounds in the wind.

Out of body. Out of time. Time is flat. Distance gone.

Too big.

big

big

Slow down, but it won’t.

A speck within you all.

Real. Unreal. Is there a difference? Do I know?

I know everything.

I know nothing.

Fade light. Imaginary?

The long tunnel.

Muffled.

Slow motion emotions.

Upside down in a right side up perception of enemies and

traitors.

Let’s escape.

But we can’t. Always here. Always there.

Is there and end?

Loop.

Circle around.

Cycle.

Lies and deceit.

Déjà vu.

I’ve been here. I won’t go back, will I?

Collide. Explode.

I’m lost. Calling for me.

Fragmented existence.

Alone.

Run.

Fear.

Wounded thought. Lost thought.

Too much.

Too much.

Too much.