Everything is blank.
My vision is clear translucence.
Out of focus; like seeing from a far, far way away.
In a house.
I walk downstairs. The brownish,
slightly tinged red
of the wood floor.
A carpet too.
Images that have no meaning.
People walking around, childrens' voices.
Are they family?
is skewed. Mind shut down.
But familiar. Like a dream you barely remember...
Words fall out of my mouth. Again.
Dribbling down, like a dog with rabies.
Only momentarily do they look at me.
Ah... I want to go home.