My consciousness is like a dream.
Wonderful, horrible, beautiful despair.
Like ripe fruit dripping from sagging branches
Falling and splattering to the ground
Screaming in horror I run from the darkness
that threatens to engulf me
like the night consumes the day.
The night is my lover, angry and jealous,
of the day that I live in.
So he tries to consume me, to make me his own.
I fight him and lose.
I run with the night, pulsing and sweating
accepting his velvet chains around my heart
He takes me wholly, body and soul.
I lie on my bed, exhausted and spent.
I fall into sleep so deep it feels like death...
and I realize before I fall into the abyss that
day and night are at war, consuming each other,
dying and being reborn, but need each other even still.
Day is harsh and brittle without night's cool, tender touch.
Night is a barren wasteland without the promise of the return of the sun. Intertwining, loving, killing, being.
I'm falling drowning sinking deeper into the hole.
Slowly my consciousness returns and I wake from my dream....or do I simply continue it?
