18 August, 2016

Evening thoughts...

Evening thoughts, so bleak and cold, as I lie here, growing old. My desires and dreams of life in the light, acquainted with pain of a devilish fright.

The smile upon my face fades, and my mind shuts down, my brain enters a haze. Are we ready to disconnect? Or must we stay ready and waiting to project? Injecting our consciousness into the world around, a hope for a brighter future must stay abound.