A Chaotic Mind

Whispers of the Unseen

I don't know where the flowers bloom,

I just know that I'd give them to my groom.

But how could I do that when I can't even escape my room,

The room where all my dreams are kept, and my world turns to gloom.

I don't know to whom I speak,

I just know there's a person who makes my world bloom.

But vanish and float in the air as a mysterious bird's plume,

A plume of dust, and my world turns to a vacuum.

I wake up in my room,

Realising that my dreams had become doom.

For a moment, flowers bloom in dark nights. I assume.

The person will still be my groom if my dreams are resumed.