Slumber

I woke up from my slumber

to find the remnants of memories

hung up glaringly on the wall

I screamed,

only to hear the pathetic echo of my hollow voice

This room has long been empty

I have slept a thousand years.

The End.

To cling upon a mist...makes falling down hurts the most...it brings the world down...to know that you could try as hard as you wish to grasp upon it...merely feeling it slipping away....slight breeze...slight memory...

I hate feeling this way but I did and still do now knowing what I had just known...knowing that what was once a clinging memory is now a mere blur....for this is truly the end...two worlds apart...never to brush shoulder upon again...