Open eyes every early morning, to the same old walls and ceilings. Wondering through the same halls, feet touching the same floor. Windows to this place are like plate glass filled with emptiness. Hollowed out stars on gleaming beams of light. Nothing in sight. Lingering in the ever so constant moment of loneliness. And thoughts of endless dreams of dreaming dreams come true, floating like a feather off a ruffled wing.
Created: May 16, 2017JadedAVA Document Media