The wind blows the loosely nailed five against the doorframe, and the sound it makes clicks to the time of a tick. I watch the sky lighten, signaling the end of night. The pale morning makes me feel out of place, like a time traveler, like I dont quite belong.
My mind feels shifted, and all my senses are out of rhythm. Im off dreaming of warm fluffy clouds, silver, lines, oceans, locks, monuments, and space; and Im caught between night and day. So they say, so they say; their promises so sweet, so hopeful, so beautiful. Id chase them down, but it ends up being juvenile, so much like a fart in the wind.
My hand shakes because the cold sneaks under my cloths and the wind crawls into the marrow of my bones. I cant write, but I try anyways. I shouldnt smoke, but I take another drag. I shouldnt do this, but I am nonetheless.
My mind feels shifted, and all my senses are out of rhythm. Im off dreaming of warm fluffy clouds, silver, lines, oceans, locks, monuments, and space; and Im caught between night and day. So they say, so they say; their promises so sweet, so hopeful, so beautiful. Id chase them down, but it ends up being juvenile, so much like a fart in the wind.
My hand shakes because the cold sneaks under my cloths and the wind crawls into the marrow of my bones. I cant write, but I try anyways. I shouldnt smoke, but I take another drag. I shouldnt do this, but I am nonetheless.