It was a while ago
But not too long to forget.
A rage of thoughts that would rise against me some day
And i would drift...
On and on oblivious to earths natural movements...
But suddenly stop, in the midths of my deepest nightmare,
And shriek an unheard scream...
Then i would drift
Like a feather caught in the invisible ripples of the air,
Content with what it seemed.
On and on...
Into the shadow of my ghost
absorbing and feeding on the drops of light, scattered amongst and beyond.
An unfortunate fall that lead to such unfortunate events...
But caught in this ripple...
On and On,
Down and down
Onto cold hard cement..
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