Madness

The morning light slinks in and the darkness creeps away Leaving a soft glow and stillness so quiet, that it feels the whole world has stopped turning

In this moment, everything ceases and nothing matters I am enveloped in beauty, in calm, in peace, in poetic existence

Neither, night nor day, nor reality or dream, but a time between time, a place between worlds and a trapped soul between birth and death

I close my eyes, oceans overflowing, clinging on the vapours of nothingness, knowing, that the madness called life, is blowing in, on the wind