Longing for clouds in shallow ground.
To go back to the place i was found.
The whispers of wind crossing my breath.
In every instant I can see the clocks turn.
Have i come to myself to learn?
In these times of cloudy days iv learned to frown.
Become a clown...
Cover my face...
Live in secret....
In a nightmarish place.
Its all i can do to survive in this space
There is no grace in this empty place
No space.....
No space at all....
In this empty place.
Looking back threw the pages I awaken the memory.
I live in my thoughts in an enigmatic place.
Not clear where the others are.
Its all i can do to survive in this...
There is no space in this empty place.
No space....
No space at all....
In this empty space.
In dream my reality is delusion...
In walking my delusions are dream.
So cold of dreams I welcome to finally fill.
The chill has become so sharp I cant take this part.
Its all i can do to survive in this.....
There is no space in this empty place.
No space.......
No space at all......
In this empty space.
Have i come to myself to learn?
I have to face.......
that someone else needs to fill that space.
No space......
No space......
In the empty space.
Not clear where the others are..... I have left that place.
Left that place......
Left that place....
That painful place.
Clouds in shallow grounds.
*Living with Chiari Malformation, Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS) and Dysautonomia