Aug 2012
Warmth
Swirling
From outside
Seeps through my skin
And makes me weightless
To carry me away
To a place with no logic,
Where madness is the only law
And time is but a faint memory
Of the world it is somehow anchored to.
Swirling
From outside
Seeps through my skin
And makes me weightless
To carry me away
To a place with no logic,
Where madness is the only law
And time is but a faint memory
Of the world it is somehow anchored to.
I tried to describe that feeling you get just before you fall asleep. I love that feeling.
