In silence I can feel my mind trying to break free.
trying to tell me something.
I cannot hear it.
I cannot hear anything but it's distant murmur.
Words that are no longer legible to my ears.
A message?
Perhaps.
I cannot tell.
In my mind a long since spent image fills my eyes.
Distorted.
Like the world seen through tough frosted glass.
All I have is the image of colour.
Even that has begun to fade.
Slipping away as has the message.
All that I'm left with is a slight feeling.
Is it reassurance?
Or the common fear?
I cannot tell.
I feel uncertain.
A feeling I know well.
Am I destined to feel this way?
Every morning,
Upon waking?
Most probably.
But then,
So is all of my fellow race.
Authors note: This is supposed to be about a dream you can't remember. When you wake up in the morning and you still feel the emotions attached to it, and can only remember very little about it.
trying to tell me something.
I cannot hear it.
I cannot hear anything but it's distant murmur.
Words that are no longer legible to my ears.
A message?
Perhaps.
I cannot tell.
In my mind a long since spent image fills my eyes.
Distorted.
Like the world seen through tough frosted glass.
All I have is the image of colour.
Even that has begun to fade.
Slipping away as has the message.
All that I'm left with is a slight feeling.
Is it reassurance?
Or the common fear?
I cannot tell.
I feel uncertain.
A feeling I know well.
Am I destined to feel this way?
Every morning,
Upon waking?
Most probably.
But then,
So is all of my fellow race.
Authors note: This is supposed to be about a dream you can't remember. When you wake up in the morning and you still feel the emotions attached to it, and can only remember very little about it.
