The battle of insomnia and sleep…

Waves, bobbing, floating from the ocean’s deep,

Water’s change in temperature and color,

Rhythm shifts with sudden mood swings.

Adrift in allure, to explore…

The thirst of a thousand lives.

A thought amongst many, leads one to think… 

Could the water be safe to drink?

Purple skies and muffled lullabies…

Sweet dreams and nightmares,

There’s no here or there…

But where? 

Where is this place

Of infinitely closing, yet expanding space…

Perhaps the illusion?

Light, a blinding, wretched intrusion. 

Birthed from the void, 

Devoid of words, autonomy, past lives…

All destroyed.

Muffled sounds of murmurs and vocal chords,

Once passed through walls, down corridors.

But here… here it’s loud, it’s bright, 

there’s too much light. 

The babe can only cry, 

Endlessly spending 

a life in search of purple skies

And lullabies.