Sunday, December 18, 2016

The Crowd is Real

I wake up on a vague horizon
-dazed
Is reality real?
I try to walk
then,
I find myself on a strange path
Stranger even
I try to step on a solid ground
That turns out to be a mud
It swallows me whole
Becoming one
Sticks to my skins
Enters my body
Covers my eyes,
my ears,
my mouth,
Takes away my soul
I am still alive, or am I?
One thing I know is that
The crowd is real

-Bella A.