"first breath after a coma"
it's been a forever long time
that i've been lying here; living here
this dream that we've created
peaceful, rocky, they can be.
it's been a long time
since i've breathed like this
since i've seen these things
or have i always known while sleeping?
i don't quite know, or will i ever.
this breathless coma of a dream,
will be around.
unless i will wake up one day.
a waking dream
a conscious sleep
a never-ending reality
of attachment
i wish i meant more
i wish there was more
but that is the cold looking glass
and it's staring right back at you.
and once you awaken,
what's there to do?
new sights are hard to love,
but maybe i'm not hopeless.
as much as this slumber
has convinced me i am.
if blood is pumped into me again,
maybe I will breath.