Sitting here in the unfathomable void that is night,
Time slogging sluggishly by, through every sigh I make.
Attempting to delve into the dusty tomes
Housed within the endless shelves of my mind,
For some forgotten thought or memory.
Blown away as a leaf, caught in the eddies of the wind,
Snatched by the greedy grasp of a storm.

My hand slips on the rudder and I drift into the vast expanses of my subconscious.
My thoughts float as free and as numerous
As thousands upon thousands of vaporous wisps, hanging in the air.
I steer my vessel, searching for some long forsaken isle of sanity
Amongst seas of irrationality.

Exploring this strange Bermuda Triangle,
The ghostly shadows of words like tapestries,
Flowing one with the ethereal miasma below.
I watch with interest as they unravel.

As swift as a stroke of lightning,
A tearing, ripping, rending fills my world;
The unbearable racket of two elements divided.
Filling eternity and only just a moment passes.
A cracking that is louder than all existence,
Yet without a sound.
And I plunge into the empty abyss.

Lost
Lost
Desperately, utterly and hopelessly lost.
I am crushed by the burden of despair.
It smothers the final flicker of
The guiding light that pulls my soul onward.

I am jolted into the corporeal realm.
I sit thinking.
If the world is not as it is perceived,
Then are our lives not but lies?
To question reality is to behold the truth.