Small Brown Bike - Hideaway

Cabin in the woods. Where I feel isolation. Where I feel separation from everything. But my mind travels distances that my body can't make. I find it hard to sleep with this oncoming dream, I recite, "I see you." This room sinks below. Underground tonight. Is your room sinking too? I lie in the hide away bed. An attempt for the best to awake my sleeping life. Death is contagious. Death is courageous. The phone was crying tonight, but I can't answer its call. (Wake up, wake up) With a purpose to react to this loss of response. "I'll find you."