White orb

A white orb floats in my room,
haunting me in silence,
while the lights from the tube walk out for a stroll;

It keeps me company,
while I procrastinate on my bed,
dancing silently, a faceless soul;

A white orb floats in my room,
in and around me,
playfully, prancing about;

While a man on my bed
types away on a white screen;

A screaming reality dawns!
The white orb was me all along.

Watching;
from the outside;
Screaming!

In pleasure.
Unshackled.
Lucid.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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