Close my eyes as the music flows
Mind disorients
I lose a sense of place
of physical space and direction
Lose my perspective, don't gain another.

I only see the black of creased eyelids.
And the soft glow that penetrates them.
Each eye like an eclipsed moon,
Shadows just beginning to disappear.

I wish the silence would absorb the screams in my ears
But they deafen me with vast emptiness.

If I hold my breath I can feel my pulse...

My feet never stop moving.

What am I running from?

05/07/2008

Author's Note: This was a stream-of-conscious that turns out to be rather telling and introspective. The subconscious is something, ain't it?

Posted on 05/07/2008
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