Tidbits: Lucid

Spacial bit

A vision of solace,
They whispered, "This is your ground.
Untouched and off limits.
Flourish it, cherish it or waste it.
Do whatever you want.
When the door of your mind closes,
you'll find yourself here.
Once you're ready,
you'll only reminisce it."

Tidbits: Memories

Archive

A presence in the moment..

Keeps track of records,

Storing and sorting,

Threads of recalls..

Damaged are the ones,

In pitch darkness..

In a blink of the eye,

Discarded..

plunged into the abyss.

Tidbits: Empathy

Empathy 

In a world where telepathy doesn't work,
One's stuck trying to read minds..
If we could sense each other's feelings;
Showing no emotions,
Expecting no reactions,
It would've been so complex,
yet so simple..

Tidbits: Unconscious

 Unconscious 

It all fades to black..

When the red disappears,

Distorted lines of space

Following along a void of shape..

Unbeknownst and empty..

The mind called upon a voice..

Reflection of self..