Sometimes I go whole days

listening bored, half sleep

I won't say anything

that's worth a thing to me One day,

suddenly, time took a turn that once felt so brief

I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly

What begins as an unguarded train of thoughts slowly can become

an addiction

to the slumber of disconnection

and the resonance

of memory that no longer has a shape

but keeps you numb

through the hours tills gone is another day

Be aware, my darling

these things I say I mean

are just traces of something

I long to feel again

I see our time expand

in the air almost forcibly,

spreading thinner till it dissolves completely

What begins as an unguarded

train of thoughts slowly can become

an addiction to the slumber

of disconnection and the resonance

of memory that no longer has a shape

but keeps you numb through

the hours tills gone is another d