Fading

Blind folded or not I preferer my eyes closed so that I could keep the glimpse of happiness I once had I'd sleep early to catch up with the time in my dreams living, it is way better than reality Drastically the errors of Grammer drained the kilos even the miles can never catch up For a while its a dose of repeated different episodes one more effective than the others Space and time depict void in between. All that is left its an old clock hinges clanging like bells for a wedding The difference it's the direction of angles underneath the challenges around the orbit of the heart not as whole entirely holy supposedly Your smile, your smell, your kisses, your touch, the thickness of your eye rase bashed by the pellet of your stare, your soft lips landing against the little time we always have It spares the weak leak that is fuming to explode The fishing wreck its full deeply without the jointment of the specific goldfish for luck The journey to the end smells near when its felt by fear The anxiety of waking up shivers my body as the pillar of pills I dose to live deuterates the life span I'll have to drag for the rest of my life ... As long as I'm awake the loudness of emptiness can never reap the times of test how I'm fading away from seeing myself through your eyes I No longer reflecting in the infatuation of your eyes... Ashleigh Ngoqo