Someday soon I will leave this place
I will not say goodbye to the butterflies, the addicts and those who exist
I won’t tell them I don’t want to go
I will just blow away in the wind. My friend, that Wind

There is darkness everywhere
I feel it in my bones and in the air and thru my tangled locks of hair it blows
It makes me cold like I don’t matter and like there’s a chatter of ghostly spirits that don’t know how to go
Home

They hang around and create mischief
They don’t even have the where-with-all
To know
They don’t exist

I’m not scared of them at all
They’ve had their fall and care not to awaken
It’s dark then
Where they live without being alive. Dead inside out.

Sometimes I leave this place
The insubstantial place it holds in my mind most of the time
I’ve created a barrier
A veil over the veil

It reminds me that I am still here, as if I need reminding
But helps me to curtain myself from this needy terrestrial hell and the reality I know exists beyond this
The astral dream, of in-between where people live cooperative lives
In colourful places. Where grace lives.

I am working on an exit
Goodbye, I won’t say on the day it takes effect
It’s not over yet
But I have the path, the direction, the way

It’s only a matter of time to erase the idea of mortality
Once breath leaves me and I become the One I came from
From the tunnel to the tunnel
I funnel my self from the grief underneath the terrestrial ground, turn night into day

I won’t say Goodbye
You and you and you won’t know I am gone
It may be short or long; will I return? Will you miss me? Do we even know each other?
Or are we our own page in a storybook so large no one remembers where we are at within it?

Just jumping pages
Skipping stones
Passing time
Till gone.