vurtomatic
Bluelight Crew
...lost in the blanket of soft darkness warming my cold carcass/cuddling myself cradling my heart wrapped around my cage/flittering fluttering within, bestill my heart/softly, i tell my heart, softly, i whisper/as the softest sound surrounds me/filling the room in its volume/deafening in its absence/a car drives past, the sound filling my mind in its current sleep-deprived condition. i peak through the blinds into the glimpse of the day i was promised yesterday, watching the corner of my tear-stained window tint with the blush of dawn into the uncertain grey. i look again and it has become the innocent smile of a newborn, kissed by its glowing parent. deciding i wasnt about to convince a still-awake mind to give up its addiction to not-awake, i turned on my lamp; wincing at the intrusion into my soft darkness. eyes stinging from my intense need to create some closed eyes visuals as applied by the knuckles of my index fingers across my eyelids, i reached across for a ciggerette/tink/flick/tink/a soft glow around my fingers/flaring/subsiding/with every in/exhalation of my lungs. i closed my eyes, emptying my mind, floating softly in the heavy dark rippling with your face. love you, baby; as i do every night, into the past. i lay, lost...
