Transition

I am here under this midnight obsession alone with these thoughts that bought the quiet, beyond eerie. the chatter has sashayed down through the open floor lords next to the dark door that leads to new worlds what do you do when your world starts to plummet reality removed and realigned where is the next leap or chance for another shot. destiny unknown except under salty tides there are no words here only thoughts dark images slide blowing whispers spent, what do you place in the spaces now empty, filled once with memories and dreams...