Imaginary Days

Picture

Hours turning to days

Don’t remember what was said

Just a silence sense 

In a present tense 

Blind inside 

Lost in mind 

Little things aside 

Broken wings in a flight 

Storm without shame 

Symptoms shaped by rain 

Don’t want to leave

Just want to breathe

Unreal place

Where words complain of lack of space

World unconscious

Where some actions are not in context

André Castro