nose to nose I can feel your breath you're almost too close to reality I try to scream I can't find my voice if this is real it's not right it's insanity am I awake or even alive I search for clues in my files for some clarity the more I seek just to flesh you out the deeper you dive shaping arcs in zero gravity you are the ghost that runs my machine I can't run I can't hide you're inside of me Rene ~ 2013 This poem is about that half asleep/ half awake dream state that I sometimes have. It freaks me out royally. I remember having it ( during a stressful time) for about a week. I would have these vivid dreams of an old woman with no mouth pulling me out of my bed. The dreams were so real and terrifying that I was afraid to go to sleep. This was for 100 Word Song at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. The song pick this week is Poor Places by Wilco and is hosted by Did...