written by the stars in those long hours between the moon and the sun
These words can not be of my mind for they slip past my hands without thought. There, past the moment when stares drift away from reality, lies the dreams which come from places you can not explain. My body sets in its place and my mind floats past this room, this house, this place, this time. The melody is my only connection to this present. The lows keep my mind comfortable, safe. Not asleep, projecting past the boundaries set by my own mind. Nothing can touch me here, no pains felt. Relax, Feel the sound and let it carry you far from your thoughts, to thoughts that you never knew. And remain unknown outside of that peace. Pure.
Sleep now.
Sleep now.