It feels like sleepwalking.
Time moves around you
while you stay still
like a black in your moment
streaking out whatever else
may be happening
running into vases
on the way to the
cupbord
sleepwaling.
I felt alone.
Such posed positions
nesting near me,
cheesy letters
and happy-go-lucky attitudes.
There comes a point
where you just cant take it
any more!
Next time I feel I may
wonder right out of this house
onto the street-
     now theres an idea...
But I am nested here too!
Aimlessly wondering around
as days fly by like
pictures.
And my mind continues to spin
along with the world
and their racing numbers.
And all I can do is continue
to sleep;

awaiting my moment
to finally wake up.