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: Numb

Numb

That hole inside of you..

Whether empty or full,

Dull or Colorful,

Still or Bubbling,

Wish it could be seen..

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..