I lay down and I sink in bed
As the impression of departure of an airplane
That leaves the heart and guts behind, and body ahead
As I were in an endless looping of a rollercoaster but soar
Pushing all my blood to my core in vain
My epicenter of gravity increases
Sinking me more, my eyelids are heavy
And the strength to keep them open decreases,
I’m melting, I’m dipping, I’m merging, and I’m heavy
My sheets are my skin, (my skins!)
No heart, no guts, no body, only black
…and so the dream begins
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
I lay down and I sink in bed
As the impression of departure of an airplane
That leaves the heart and guts behind, and body ahead
As I were in an endless looping of a rollercoaster but soar
Pushing all my blood to my core in vain
My epicenter of gravity increases
Sinking me more, my eyelids are heavy
And the strength to keep them open decreases,
I’m melting, I’m dipping, I’m merging, and I’m heavy
My sheets are my skin, (my skins!)
No heart, no guts, no body, only black
…and so the dream begins
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