Tuesday, 20 January 2015

In the stillness and quiet of the night,
I slide from reality.
Tiptoeing down serpentine halls,
Only the sound of clicking heels breaking the monotony.

As though suspended in space,
Lost in the vast, cavernous emptiness.

Somewhere, a clock ticks by
Engulfing the last morsel of good memories,
Seeing shadows through the haze,
An amputated leg crushing one's heart.

Reality has always been a fantasy.

(((asheil.jan. 6,2015.tuesday.1006hrs.)))

photo: SM Lanang Premier

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