it’s sighs of orange cold horizon drop
still
it’s the ticking of one clock after than other, all competing for my melancholic self absorbed looping thoughts
it’s the neon vivid oh so real dream I had last night
had a journey through time (tick tock)
you were you but also you weren’t
like some kind of spaghetti brain mishmash construction
i was me but speeding through hyper real time, liquid molten highway
faster and faster with no urge or ability to slow down or shout to you to keep up
then I was festering behind the same brick walls and windows that keep me contained and confused
the tick tock was louder, I could feel it coursing through me
felt it in my speech and my breath
how distant you now where in space and time and distorted fading memories
i woke up in a strange daze, yeah kinda confused
wondered if I am constrained by time or if time is just a cellar door flung open by stale winds