My mind slowly floats away into
the abyss of thought's...
Glassy eyed I stare out of my
window looking at the fading
sunlight, fade into a soft silvery-
gold with soft outlines of the
skyline,

The street lamps outside my
window start to flicker alive,
But my mind stays lost in that
endless stream of thoughts
Wondering around in my castle
of clouds where I was little again
Without a worry in the world
about you or her or them no
one...

It was just me and the cottony
soft fluffs called clouds...
There I felt the sun of my back
and a soft breeze lulling me to a
drowsy state, comforting me,
time had been stopped still...

The soft buzzing of my phone
reminded me that I once again
had to come back from the abyss
and live through the grim reality
of life.