6AM

An empty mind with no clarity.

Grey noise and the echo of old lofi tracks

coming from another room in my head.

Nothing solid on which to build any intention.

A will untethered; no up or down.

Can't tell the sky from the ground.

Can't remember how this dream began.

Am I even still awake?

My personality sucked out of the airlock.

Don't know what I want anymore.

Waiting to hit the floor so I can tell I was falling.

The room fills with 6 AM light.

I want to fast forward to when this ends

or go back to when it started and leave.

Where did I put the keys

to my mind,

to my self,

to reality.

I'm slipping through the cracks.

I'll see you when I'm back.