Old... I feel incredibly old as I open my eyes... at least 200 years old... 200 years caught in wandering in a dimension between sleeping and being awake, not fully aware of my senses, there are... clouds at te outer area of my perception that are blurring what I do not focus on, everything but the small tunnel I'm able to look through with overwhelming clarity... but still, I cannot sleep, I throw myself around in bed, gliding from one half-dream into another one...
I get up.
...
The red moon is still out, sitting in woolly clouds... they are so soft... I imagine sinking into them, breathing them in, they are ice-cold and comfortably warm at the same time on my face, I close my eyes, so happy...
I wish I could steer that moving cage I use to get from one asylum to the other right into these clouds, into the moon... but I don't... I follow my daily routine, drining down the only bridge there is to take... tomorrow, I keep on telling me... the moon - no, it is the sun... the beautiful sun of a so peaceful dawn...
Tomorrow I'll reach for it... off the bridge, into the sun.

"the beautiful sun of a so peaceful dawn... "

yeah.

i don't know how you do it, but this time you really read my mind. word for word, red moon and all. weird.

"with a smile he's pouring me out into the open..."

That is absolutly 1337 how did u do that?

thank you very much. it was inspiration, so I didn't really do much.