residual

Woke up from a what seems like a lifetime in a dream

Opened my eyes and stared into stranger surroundings

Conscience are like drug injections

Killing my o' fairy land 

in my dearest memories

When all but seems ash of my dreamories

Stood still a residual of it

a light so tiny but never-fading in this pitch black warzone

Sands of time all but eroding that light as we speak

but still hung a glimpse of that precious dream

still so clear in thy eyes until me arms are around it

and here it is -

That blue ink pen drawing on a tiny foolscap paper

with funny triangle shapes and circles 

and a kindergarten sun in the middle of it all

tucked into the safest corner of my wallet

without my knowing

without my awareness

when I fell asleep on you

because I know I'm safest around you

This moment reality is at full gauge

This moment reality is my lens that filter my sight

but that slip of paper will forever resides in me

that uncontested memory of your drawing 

that is so... YOU

 will remind me that you still care

and your voice echoed

"It's ok"