waking up

[funest]

eh jah ik heb wa geschreven, et is nog niet af, maar dis een beginnetje
misschien tips ofzo?

A constant rustle dreadfully drags me out..
vague apprearences become clear as I try opening my eyes
sunlight bursts in my head creating a decreasing pain
slowly sitting up as my world keeps lying down
rubbing the last pieces of those illusions form the corner of my eye..
and suddenly it hits me...

...sitting, alone, on a cold rock filled with dissapointments,
autumn winds carry whispers through the trees,
gathering them in my head...


..ja zover ben ik tot nu gekomen