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#False awakening#KOD#OYS

Did you hear Goliath’s footsteps?

Tip toeing with a base! But dinosaurs can’t walk steathly.

Only a cat would; the house will quake if an elephant tried a scare ploy on me

Although it would be a scare, I’d also have to prepare for my fear.

 

Head back to cushion

Adjusting & sifting through these statistics

Did I just distinguish seeing myself see myself laying my head down on this padding?

But I can’t see for myself myself without a glass reflection, so am I really seeing myself?

Thinking predominantly if movement ever occured

Comparatively weighing a possibility of Steps being audible only to the case containing my head

 

Heart on a marathon!

I hope it’s a reality of a fantasy

Giant leap, can one have a dream about a dream dreaming there are having a dream?

Or is it just me and my lunacy?

 

Have you ever troubled your mind?

Believed so much of what you make with your mind.

 That snag bores you often it makes you wish serene

So you go back five steps before what you eat was what you want to spit

Not knowing to call your perspective an inner intercourse

Or a false alarm yielding false thoughts

Or a reality in stores, waiting for me to shop

But unlike menopause! They go on

 

 

 

Skull up, foot sounds as perceived went grave polite

Im shaking my frame structure like a dog drying itself of off water, to get the better of me

I need a reality check; next stop is the real shop

 

Inherited energy

Grew legs, I had to seek confirmation

I barely could hear my own breath

Felt like a monk, im counting my steps

And the aim is to stealth

 

To my dismay, it’s me

A keyboard is with me; punching buttons which craft all this disruptions

Distant snores that blows air from the nostrils faster than a man-made fan

Restless is the curtains, waving to and fro

The room housed Goliath

 

I thought!

Did i hear Goliath’s footsteps?

In the other room I’m writing but as I am writing

I see myself writing & heed myself heeding myself writing

I am writing about Goliath; but who is Goliath?

 

Back to sleep, I can’t take this anymore

Head support and eyes closed!

Eyes open abruptly! But I’m still asleep

I’m dozing off in front of a computer, with too much intent to write

Everything feels right to write, Goliath is making his way to the kitchen

All his body weight suspended to the tip of his toes

Get back to your bed Goliath! Hahaha

 

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