my world is an inside out place
no contact with your reality
a glossy sheen i can't through
and don't really want to.
all words have been taken from me,
i am silent in the haze,
yet all the time i feel i'm fading,
as if i never was at all.
i am a fleeting breath of air,
lost quickly on a cold winter morning.
i can't seem to find myself.
i don't think i'm there to be found.
