I am interchangeable, chained against the wind.
I am of the lost,
the dreamers and the fearful
I am real.
I was lost in the effervescence between the whirling and the fury,
Where the sand from the sleep in my eyes became the boulders on the chest of my breath.
I was drawn by the the tide that deceives me. Below the surface with beauty, only to be hidden by the glare of the waters edge.
It’s vapour smells of fear and it’s rainbows cursed with scars.
I am undeniable,
Invisible mist laying cold on your neck.
A thought in it’s process, cut before it’s performance
I am fear, and I need you, because you don’t need me.