Just past the hill Where the shadow falls The bed runs dry The grasses bend Under my cracked feet Landing on a cold Soft pillow Fresh My senses Awoken From their slumber I ingest everything Surrounding me Stopping And gulping A deep breath Starved For the energy Given to me In this Second Of awareness
Hidden, as Shadows. lurking everywhere. They feel nothing. Run them over. Stomp them. Try walking alongside your own... Attached and never noticed. A forgotten piece of you. Skulking in the phantasma, Right at your feet.