Awakening

He said we were just-in-between like a lucid dream when we are only half awake...and half asleep. He would stand at the window contemplating the light falling through the trees, breathing silently. Even when we met that day in november, the contours of his skin were blurred until I opened the glass door to find watchful eyes staring...at nothing or maybe everything. Always silent. He once told me he felt like he was falling into an unknown end where the light would bend into my irises. I didn't understand what he meant. It wasn't until my last days...that I would awaken from this dream realizing now that all that there is left is his reflection.

Reviews

[Skelasoldier]

Very nice free form with a excellent form and choice of words, keep up the good work :D

[deeps]

well written, and so profound!