Sweat pouring down harder than a mid-July rainstorm
The wind whispers something in my ear
Reminding me to breath
Slowly, gently
But I feel the breeze
And I surrender to it
It blows over my skin.
Over and over again
Cooling down the fires that burn.
The mornings melt into twilights
Nights dripping out blackness all around
Sweaty sheets and moisty skin
That I stop feeling once I drift off into the darkness
There, I dream of worlds and figures
Some I recognize, others I’ve yet to know
I wake up to an almost crisp air and a fiery sun ray on the wall
I can still feel entangled in the dream world
As I move, each string from there removes itself
I become more and more aware of where I am
And as I breathe deeply
I begin again.