Falling steadfast.. yet ever so slowly..
clearing clouds.. only to find new ones enveloping..
unsure if its a descending ascent towards truth.

Voices leaking from a bag of whispers..
Catching handfulls of air.. short breaths.. holding hands
Voices sailing outwards.. spreading.. catching.
Slowing to a crawl..

Hovering in clouds.. weightless.
White blending into grey..
Bordered by racing halos
desperately searching for
a soul.

Faint whistles whirling through hollow veins..
Feet heavy with blood..
Slowly slowly...

cloudwalking.