Drifting
somewhere between sleeping
and waking life
Dipping
in and out of the fuzzy lake
of my subconcious mind
Straining
to keep myself on the surface -
losing grip, (here i go again)
Waves a blue and white
painted like the sky in that Van Gogh
Starry Night.
Paintied in thick blue tears
and yellow splocthes of infinity.
Snoring
snaps me back
to barely awake.
Tripping
up the stairs
I make my way to my bed,
Wrap my arms about my Love
and let myself fall into
Van Gogh's heavy tears
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
Drifting
somewhere between sleeping
and waking life
Dipping
in and out of the fuzzy lake
of my subconcious mind
Straining
to keep myself on the surface -
losing grip, (here i go again)
Waves a blue and white
painted like the sky in that Van Gogh
Starry Night.
Paintied in thick blue tears
and yellow splocthes of infinity.
Snoring
snaps me back
to barely awake.
Tripping
up the stairs
I make my way to my bed,
Wrap my arms about my Love
and let myself fall into
Van Gogh's heavy tears
napowrimo 9
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