Mind Nomad Writing

the sun sneaks through branches and steel bars. 

-i wake up and eat in fear and anticipation of the creatures. 

the sun uncovers its shy face. 

-enter the hideous creatures. 

the sun smiles overhead and gently caresses my back. 

-the atrocious creatures form into one indistinguishable mob and utter in one deafening, foreign voice. 

the sun casts its spell of euphoria on utopia. 

-i pace nervously, pretending to forget about the ever present creatures. 

the sun delivers its last rays of hope and warmth. 

-exit the hideous creatures, limping and wounded. 

the moon peers in behind glass and concrete. 

-the creatures haunt my dreams, i can never escape them