Seeking restless souls
It enters through the tiniest of spaces
Gliding through
On invisible currents of air
The warm uneven breaths call to it
In silence they whisper its name
There is no peaceful slumber
No dreams to be had this night
The mind, slowly drained of coherence
Now speeding through bits and pieces
Of bits and pieces
Memories meld together
A montage of the useless
Dreams, stories, memories, and wishes
Reality no longer resides here
In this land of in-between