Above ceiling

For the longest time possible I have been above sea level,

all I reminise is the deminios look I ever have when looking you,

restoration of dreams which were horrid nightmares glaring at what seems like the glistening appearance of an angel from above my ceiling.

Memoirs running through my mind are fresh like the footprints in the sand grains in the beach, time reenergizes my clouded thoughts of what is and could have been. Shuddered, agonizing, despaired of actions I, it would have avoided.

I sleep in cold sheets, red eyes, sulken ambitions. Regret and below the ceiling once again waiting for redemption