I felt the ground crack like the seams that sewed you together. What happens when mind goes backwards ? Tell me the truth. Tell me what you see from your perspective. Tell me if you think I’m doing okay. I’m just a roaming spirit in a the dark- and all I want to be when I grow up is a ghost. I can creep in every shadow and watch the world sleep- weave in and out of the universe like the traffic we sped past while driving towards the south side of town. Race every light because this side of town slows down past midnight. This side of town sleeps when I’m awake. The dust in the air turns to glitter in this side of town and I dance in it for fun. The air stood still when you vanished and that’s the part that haunts me. Blame it on the world. This whole fucking place we call home. It means nothing and everything all at the same time. And if I have to show another bleeding wound to a stranger then you have to come and save me. It’s here for the taking. Memorialize the memory of it all. I’m just a draining soul leaking all over the floor. Mop me up like I never made a mess. Do what you want. Just tell me that I’m okay. Tell me I’m well. Tell me I’m fucking fine before I cause a hurricane if my mind. Let it roar a fire through me all over again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. Like how I felt the ground crack like the seams that sewed you together.

-AMT

©thesleeplessdreamer