Aware in Deep
The rain drips and cries before it falls. I hear it. I feel it all. I feel my heart, heavy and sad. Broken. Mourning dreams that I've had. I see my thoughts, but don't know who they are. They aren't mine. My visions are scarred. My sad is wide, flowing and ever long. Vast. Built upon wrong. I can't find my words. I've lost my song. My head is numb. My sound isn't strong. I'm my shadow, living in deep. I am the line where red and blue meet. I am awake, even in sleep. Sign in to see full entry.