I feel like there’s something missing.
Like I supposed to remember something.
No matter how hard I try.
Or someone’s trying to keep me from seeing something.
There’s a story I’m supposed to tell.
But I don’t know the words.
I only know bits and pieces.
With the little whispers blowing against my ears every now and again.
And all I can feel is this looming sense of dread.
Like something bad is going to happen.
But it’s taking too long.
And I’m tired of waiting.
Even if that answer is that I’m just crazy.
But I don’t think I’m crazy.
Because so many people feel it too.
People I don’t know, somehow know me.
When I don’t even know myself.
There’s a dark cloud settling over our world.
And a barrier between ours and others is starting to break.
What will really happen when it all comes down?
Something’s wrong and I don’t know what it is.
I go to bed every night and stop breathing.
And I wake up to a vibration in my body and a tiredness all over.
I can’t wake till the sun is at the top of the sky.
Cause I can’t see myself when it’s dark.
So I don’t let anyone else see me until it’s light.