Quietly stealing time,
from a stream of consciousness,
which leads me to an unknown shore,
You and your thoughts,
laughing at the sea,
open the door for a little while,
fear the sound of silence.
come crash my voice,
in a nifty resonance.
And the bottle of wine is poured out,
while my feet flee.
Away from my mirror.
I will fly, exhausted, till my will is strong enough.
Gravity. Words are fallinʼ.