Friday, April 8, 2011

Oblivion

It's dark

I lay my head down and close my eyes

I hear your breathing

Feeling the rocking motion as the air goes in and out of your body is wearing me down

On the backs of my eyelids I see a kaleidoscope of patterns and colors

Your breathing is slow now

There are no more colors or sound

Only a dark stillness

Silence 

The arrival of Morpheus



 







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