Reflections of a Pisces

Dazey Times

Mind numbed

Sweaty under covers of

Indigo skies

With nothing but the

Clicks and churns of

My drowsy mind.

Sleep is within my grasp

But the hunger to write

After what seems to be a

Millennia

Drives my middle finger forward.

Not that way,

This way.

I drown my sorrows

And age

In the face of

......

Mind lost.

6.5 hours

Each seconds

Mounting up to

Minutes,

Hours,

Dark circles of troubles past.

6.22 hours

If only I could physically stretch

Time to nonexistence.

Endless days...

Timeless.

Golden.

Lucy and Clint

And Andy

And Swayze.

I think I am dazey.

Hazey.

Might as well sleep.

6.15 hours

Zzzzzzz