Delirious ghosts haunt my routine.

Random notions pop into mind,

 forming segmented ideas refusing to materialise.

No coherent words, no real sounds, 

only a blurred image of a vague conclusion.

Wandering, lost and befuddled, in an ocean of shatterd expectations 

and sharp truths, I gasp for air.

The blackness of the abyss, like a sirene, taunts me...

and the skies are grey and gloomy with no promise of rain any more.

I lay motionless in the staleness of chaos, waiting for a ripple in time... 

29/01/2016