My poetry/prose

Memoirs of a sleepwalker

Half awake,half comatose the sleepwalker tottered in semi narcolepsy,finally stirred by the tittering sound of crickets close to her eardrums. She blinked,both her opaque eyes reflective of her vacant thoughts,as if she was a 1000 yr old cyborg from the past. She ceased to contain memories,but only retained glimpses of a once heyday,in what seemed like a looking glass in the cerebral part of her brain.

Save me,she whispered,half gasping.