A NIGHT OF DREAMS.

Listening to a sound ticktok, ticktok, on the wall an old Clock gives the tone, ticktok, ticktok, but times keeps moving. The days are coming, the times of passing away, flipping thoughts like a page of the book, thinking to myself, dreaming away, loss in an ocean of total darkness, teasing the pleasure of feeling no shame. A illusion of night mired beaten by pain tried to get off the dream. Sleeping in a house without a roof all I saw was clouds and stars. The temperature dropped the room was cold and my heart beats but the night slept under my pillow like a dream of memories. Searching for the meaning, looking for answer but it doesn't mean anything.