I am a newbie.....

Four days to live
and not a mind to think....

Memory is Nostalgia
and Nostalgia is a child
that I am not allowed to play with

I have drempt so many realities
and lived so many dreams
that exsistence is a mere plaything;
A toy within my Memory
Yet Memory is Nostalgia
and Nostalgia is a child
that I am not allowed to play with

The vibrancy is muted
the Earth beyond arm's (or mind's) reach
And the subtle is forgotten
So lost into the never
That the New
Will be a dagger
....a dagger in the future

Four days to live
and not a mind to think
but waiting
is no longer a luxury
I have to bathe in

Chaos is upon me
with all it's uncertainty.
A gift or a curse be?
I will never know
unless the fog is parted
but I have not the breath
to make my way

Four days to live
But exsistence died in yesterdream
along with Comfort
many ages ago......