The color of the world fades to a dull haze
Vibrancy mutes,
Like a song forgotten
My body floats away
Like a leaf severed from it's branch
The world dissolves
Like sand between my fingers.
The woman that birthed me
Turns into someone I don't know.
I'm numb
And she's not real
She's just an illusion
A figment of my imagination
How can I escape it?
This dream
Starts to feel like a nightmare.
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 9:17 PM UTC
The color of the world fades to a dull haze
Vibrancy mutes,
Like a song forgotten
My body floats away
Like a leaf severed from it's branch
The world dissolves
Like sand between my fingers.
The woman that birthed me
Turns into someone I don't know.
I'm numb
And she's not real
She's just an illusion
A figment of my imagination
How can I escape it?
This dream
Starts to feel like a nightmare.