It is cold where I linger 
my body numbs to something sharp 
all I can do is watch like I am in the clouds 
only I walk amongst those but they don’t see me 
heart beating so fast it deafens any cry I make 
the world goes around with me no longer attached 
because I float between realms of real and dreams 
waking up in neither 
any rest I get is a gift
like cheddar to keep me in hiding 
away, under… behind 
on this journey along an unmarked trail 
in a story between the lines