In the stillness and quiet of the night,

I slide from reality.

Tiptoeing down serpentine halls,

Only the sound of clicking heels breaking the monotony.

Weightless,

As though suspended in space,

Lost in the vast, cavernous emptiness.

Somewhere, a clock ticks by

Engulfing the last morsel of good memories,

Seeing shadows through the haze,

An amputated leg crushing one's heart.

Reality has always been a fantasy.

(((asheil.jan. 6,2015.tuesday.1006hrs.)))

photo: SM Lanang Premier