The cloudy sky pulls me into oblivion …
It is within me and without
There’s no way I can discern it
It’s like being within a dream
Knowing I’m dreaming
But being totally immersed in it
What is in and what is out?
Is there an in and an out?
Or are they both the same?
The clouds in the sky are pulling me out of myself
And draining me withing my own deepest self
At the same time
As if both were one and the same …
As I know they are …
Leaving only a vastest emptiness within me …