Walking,
along the ocean line,
a bird flies by my head,
it lands,
still as a stone,
then it flies away leaving it's footprints,
on the beach of my memory...
I continue walking,
but there,
what was that...,
someone has evaded my mind,
and put me in a trance!
I wake to snow laden ground and a frozen lake on my right,
and a warm beach on my left,
but here,
I stand,
in the middle of it all,
in the void of my memory.
I want to move,
but alas I cannot.
I am stuck,
here in the void,
here in the nothing,
of my memory.
I cannot think,move,or even speak in the void of my memory.
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
Walking,
along the ocean line,
a bird flies by my head,
it lands,
still as a stone,
then it flies away leaving it's footprints,
on the beach of my memory...
I continue walking,
but there,
what was that...,
someone has evaded my mind,
and put me in a trance!
I wake to snow laden ground and a frozen lake on my right,
and a warm beach on my left,
but here,
I stand,
in the middle of it all,
in the void of my memory.
I want to move,
but alas I cannot.
I am stuck,
here in the void,
here in the nothing,
of my memory.
I cannot think,move,or even speak in the void of my memory.