The Sky Grows Cold

[E.A Rumfield]

The sky grows cold
as the sun recedes into emptiness
Sleep comes slowly
as the hours pass by my window
The streetlights cast a dim glow,
times like these seem most unnatural
stuck in that mystical space between
here and everywhere
between everywhere and nowhere
What if we could reach that world
that perfect void where everything flows from
but a glimpse seems to be
just enough
of a shock
to snap us back
to here
or nowhere

[zoolane]

I take it you could not sleep,favourite lines are
"stuck in that mystical space between"
here and everywhere
between everywhere and nowhere

I think because it nowhere but yet somewhere in between.

[E.A Rumfield]

Yea, I think I am a mild insomniac.