11:11 - CHIARA CAMI

Forced to wake everyday, but never really waking up
Like a cross I must bear, accepting this, is the hardest part
White towers fill my mouth. Breathe in, in mere moments
This will pass, and things will change
Waiting. Embracing calm before the storm
Wondering what the future may have in store
As I ponder these things, what's happening to me?
My breathing is normal, my eyes are open
But nothings in front of me
I have been here before
But I can't seem to find my way out this time
I'm staring out the window and I'm seeing my ideal life
But I can't seem to find the latch to open it up
Will I be Back? Can we make our way back?
I knew these things, happened often
But what happened to me?
It's reality now because
This must mean that I've lost everything
Can we make our way back?
Times like these I feel so vulnerable and mass-less
I know that this shield from the sun will lift
We will walk the brittle lines
And our name will stand the test of time
This will bring everything to light
11:11. Haunts me. And now I'm wondering, will I be back?