lying in bed staring at the ceiling
emptiness....vaccum...how does one describe the feeling
silence all around broken momentarily by traffic
minutes seem like hours...i can hear the clock tick
looking in the mirror....is someone who looks like me
closed door....whos got the key
the walls seem to move an inch away
the curtains are drawn...is it night..is it day
the world in two pieces....what lies outside and what lies in
how will this end....how did this begin
fractured moment....the hourglass lying sideways
lights on....lights off...lights on
exhaustion the answer....consciousness finally gone