1.
a countless slumber...
Cogitating our path,
the many possibilities...
I missed the rain
but the metaphorical hit...
This path I walk is cluttered,
with the awkwardness of the past...
Iridescent light fades
Fighting to a loss against the dark...
Chasing dreams in our sleep
that might never be caught...
So long living inside the darkness
Light became foreign...
Silence I thought,
Was the one language all feel...
We met on my first ever RRT code...
We met when the dead were so fresh they still...
What is Sleep?
Its that thing...
We all hide behind a mask,
the one we want everyone to see...
I'm still here,
though I'm not the same person I once was...