Tricked into sprouting,
Waking flowers face the frost
While winter winds laugh.
Monthly Archives: February 2016
Existential Insomnia
There comes a time when I’ve stayed up so long
The lights in the room start to spin.
They blur around me. Time passes me by,
Or maybe I pass by with it
And return to my body in a dizzying rush –
No balance, no motor control –
And wonder, Did I take the first step toward magic
Or just loose a tether to my soul?
twytte 