Decaying Dreamers

For time had always slipped my weak grasp. Reality altered every time I dare stirred the gods, and I tempted my fate with death too often. With shadows creeping over my watery grave, they whisper softly songs of the damned. The world continues to revolve; old acquaintances live out their solemn lives, dear old blood brothers slowly die off, memories of stunning concerts fade with the cut off, and hope fell to die.
Months into the future, my return was ignored. I walked the earth in search of a single soul to recall my weak existence. A walking phantom from the decaying dreamers, and I've lost it all.

Foreword, the cold nights of Yosemite's peaks and under the vast galaxies I lay to rest from fear of the rest of the world. Oh dear nature, I loved you all. I drifted off into an altered reality from which the story takes place. Every written event of living my life after forgetting my old one has been remembered to the exact detail. 60+ years lived on as a nomad, so hark my instruments and shadows sing. Venture forth into a distorted dream till I awake after a 4 hour nap in the freezing cold.