The Pool


The map in my head doesn’t be updated.

I sob with real my phantom pain.

 

A consciousness has the weight.

 

The pool that I entrusted

My body is dyed red.  My consciousness floats higher.

A weird dream A weird scene

My limbs are separated.  What keeps them come apart?

 

It was an instant’s happenings occurrence.

A flashback has me remembered that scene.

My limbs are separating from my floated body.

 

A consciousness has the weight.

 

The pool that I entrusted

My body is dyed red.  My consciousness floats higher.

A weird dream  A weird scene

My limbs are separated.  What keeps them come apart?

 

I heard the song at that time.

It was the song I heard when I was little.  

My grandma sang to me.

 

A consciousness has the weight.

 

I wanted to forget my pain and become anyone.

I wanted to escape from here and float anywhere.

True,lie,concentration

 

 

My memories fade away.  Our consciousness sways.

Is it needed to keep them come apart.