Hazy existence.


The edge of my existence feels hazy as I struggle to wake from my deepest sleep in weeks. Between reality and fantasy the hinted touch is still on my arms, and the grains of sand have officially slowed to the rhythm of a beating heart as my mind follows suit. I ponder what walking through my unconscious would feel like now, knowing that every door is open and even the shadows are illuminated. I hazily watch a cloud, feel it as it envelopes my soul momentarily, I let it pass through me, I have fallen and my wings flutter gently regaining strength as the cloud holds me just long enough for my soul to rest.

Karen Hayward © 2016


Author: blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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