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memories that aren't memories



but then how does my mind remember them?



when they've never happened to me



could they just be dreams?



but how?



the feelings are so



VIVID, CLEAR, REALISTIC



at a carnival at night in front of a ferris wheel



drawing beside a waterfall



it's all so clear yet so hazey



where do they come from?



these pictures in my head



from my imagination?



from past lives?



WHY CAN'T I MAKE SENSE OF IT?



so many pictures, so many blanks



but where are the voices?

beware thou dungeon

for when thy wakes

fleas will gather

on thou face



scratching, biting

what a scene

what a pleasure

to hear thou screams

down by the water,

where the lily's weep,

there comes inspiration,

for pencil and sheet,



lines black and colour,

lines short and long,

the picture soon,

becomes the song.

sitting in complete darkness,

me the only light,

just sitting,

mind clear,

sitting,

the evil within is sleeping,

completely relaxed,

the light is starting to dim,

yet I'm still so very warm,

the sound of nothingness,

silence,

no disturbance,

I drift into a place of complete bliss,

for when I wake,

nothing will be the same,

but yet even when I sleep I'm awake,

do I follow myself into an ever deepening darkness,

or overcome it and crawl into the blinding light.