I’ve been up all night
wandering the streets of my mind,
dreaming of the sour kiss
of a fresh peach
and the brush of a blossom bush
as I carry my feet deeper
and deeper into the summer eve,
stepping over twigs and crunching on leaves
just to feel the sun-drenched concrete blister my feet
and the dry air rasp its breath upon my flesh,
to welcome the day
to brush away the shade,
it’s dark outside
but in here I can see the sunlight,
or so it seems,
so I keep this lamp burning,
my eyes flickering through space,
couldn’t sleep if I wanted to
so I may as well dream…
Haven’t slept well in months,
I think that puncture left a wound
that can’t be bandaged up.
I can feel it fast approaching,
heaving itself upon my shoulders
and breathing down my neck,
a shadow that lingers
and whispers sweet poison
that seeps into my wandering thoughts
and weaves chains around my ankles and wrists,
got to get some sleep
before the darkness leaks into my dreams…
Not sure what I think about this one because I found the images a bit confusing: out at night walking on sun warmed concrete. I know it was in the mind but it didn’t quite work for me. Individually I like the images very much.xx
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It’s a dream, at night. Instead of dreaming asleep I’m wandering through thoughts (streets) inside my mind that give me warmth and keep the darkness of the night out , “or so it may seem” but as It progresses I realise I can’t escape reality forever and it will eventually deep into my dreams so I have to get to sleep in order to make my reality closer to my dreams š
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