When I sleep my spirit dances outside of my body.
The wind grabs my spirit and drags it out of the flesh where it’s been caged in.
My soul walks through the apartment and everything is dark.
The only thing on is the t.v in my living room.
No one is home, just my soul and my body that is laying on the bed.
My soul hears the spirits who never made it back in their flesh.
Scared to end up like them, my soul runs and jumps back in my body.
I wake up and wonder if I was dead last night.
If I entered a realm different from my own.
A state of running from the lost souls.