I feel so far away.
Trapped within a dense, rolling fog
Surrounded by the sounds of static or muffled voices.
The world around me presses on.
.
A grandfather clock, aged and broken, stands with an echo of faded pride in the hall.
Simply forgotten, reduced to decoration, its primary function is no longer.
Silently, dust blankets the bygone fixture,
and time flows on.
.
I’ve lived my life fully
As fully as one can live in a daydream, at least
?
(whether it’s the faded dredge of daily life, or the sparkling fantasies of my mind, it is all a dream).
.
I wish to call out,
“Someone help me”
But I know that no one can reach me here
(Nor would it be anyone else’s responsibility.)
(and yet I do not feel that I can shoulder this burden alone)
.
I know this is alarmingly disjointed
my mind feels incapable of stringing together anything remotely whole
.
The world fades in and out
and so do I
.
How long will it take me to wake up this time.?
Extraordinarily Ordinary 