I hang on to life dreaming,
Waiting for it to let me free,
Holding my breath in darkness.

Lost in my unconsciousness,
Impressions from the truth,
I wallow at the invisible.

Philosophies are dumbfounded.
Ideals vanished with perverse storms
Of spontaneity and malice.

Emotions become exhilarating.
Familiarities random,
With eternities of parallel expectations.

I still see you,
Skewed by memories of love and passion,
Standing there, looking back at me.