toujours la tête dans les nuages

[cris545]

If time will take its time, it’s time for me to sleep and to let it all flash by like sunlight on closed eyelids. I will only lie down on the grass if you pick me up before the army of bugs comes and attacks. I’m a flickering light that doesn’t die, a train without a railway. There’s a direction to follow but it’s only in my head. There’s a blurred line between reality and fantasy; and I can sleep right in between. There’s a horizon in my eyes that has no end, and a taste of lie in my mouth that doesn’t wash off. There's a beginning and an end, but a line can't be drawn without a midpoint. Strike a chord and sing a lullaby, there’s only so much I can withstand before I yawn, before I fall asleep and forget the horizon is glowing and it’s time to wake up.





Once again I attempted trying to start writing again, and I debated for hours and hours whether I should post this, but I need honest opinions. Help will be appreciated.

[ArTkY_]

You tried too hard, it's as simple as that. A lot of it seems a bit forced, to be honest. If you're having trouble writing, just keep writing everything that pops into your head. You'll get back into it.

[cris545]

Thanks tariq, it seemed forced to me too. I've somehow taken on the habit of having sentences put together that don't flow in.

[a speedo model]

The flow felt awkward, but I actually liked it overall. A few of the lines didn't appeal to me, like the army of bugs one. But I enjoyed it, I think you're alot better then you think Cris. :-)