11/6/12
Sleep takes over you
Warped versions of your life appear
It's been 9 or 10 hours
Why can't I wake?
Why am I still dreaming?
It's ok. I've been teckking on this journey
I should be tired
I must be
I keep turning because I'm cold
Because I slept in my clothes
The light outside gently wakes me up
My lids unveil
I check the time
It says 7 something, maybe 7:50
I dance around the house to not disturb anyone else from their journies
Hazily, I try focusing my vision, looking for something
Looking for something recognizable
I subtly walk across the first round of tiles
The clock says 6:59
I quickly go outside in order to meet the painter
Maybe He just started
I open my exit to outside
Cold and damp roads meet me
Rain or shine, I could use the fresh air
But the cold reminds me of the night
The night where I passed through the greatest desert
The grains flying in my face and blinding me
When it was hard to take even one step
When my circumstances told me that they were so great, it's best to fade away
To fade away with the wind
Into the red grains
To cover me from others
To let the desert bring them in like they once did me
To gleam in their eyes but to cover the outcome of choices
But I didn't go with the wind
Instead I was like the wind
Going everywhere but not having a specific place to call home
To use as my shelter from the world
Or from it all
Should I go back to my journies
Befriending them would mean I had somewhere to go
But I didn't want to be praised as an Olympian who crossed that desert and swam that ocean..
I wanted to be myself
I wanted to hide..
I didn't want to exist to the world
-ro
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
11/6/12
Sleep takes over you
Warped versions of your life appear
It's been 9 or 10 hours
Why can't I wake?
Why am I still dreaming?
It's ok. I've been teckking on this journey
I should be tired
I must be
I keep turning because I'm cold
Because I slept in my clothes
The light outside gently wakes me up
My lids unveil
I check the time
It says 7 something, maybe 7:50
I dance around the house to not disturb anyone else from their journies
Hazily, I try focusing my vision, looking for something
Looking for something recognizable
I subtly walk across the first round of tiles
The clock says 6:59
I quickly go outside in order to meet the painter
Maybe He just started
I open my exit to outside
Cold and damp roads meet me
Rain or shine, I could use the fresh air
But the cold reminds me of the night
The night where I passed through the greatest desert
The grains flying in my face and blinding me
When it was hard to take even one step
When my circumstances told me that they were so great, it's best to fade away
To fade away with the wind
Into the red grains
To cover me from others
To let the desert bring them in like they once did me
To gleam in their eyes but to cover the outcome of choices
But I didn't go with the wind
Instead I was like the wind
Going everywhere but not having a specific place to call home
To use as my shelter from the world
Or from it all
Should I go back to my journies
Befriending them would mean I had somewhere to go
But I didn't want to be praised as an Olympian who crossed that desert and swam that ocean..
I wanted to be myself
I wanted to hide..
I didn't want to exist to the world
-ro
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