robinbloke | Opened and closed within your eyes

You open your eyes, and there you are. Staring back through lenses of steel in the twilight skies of your memories. Hanging from a raindrop of thought in a twisted sense of parody that laughs silently behind you at your confusion. No movement stirs your surroundings as you search for some sense or focus for recognition. It's all just a wisp of thought that flickers through your mind like the notes of a long lost song calling you through deja-vu to become a moments pause while you try and remember. But whatever it was, and whereever you are it's all just a dream, a hallucination that passes as quickly as you felt it. A memory to fade to grey in the back of your mind along with all the others until they all jumble themselves in a haphazard pile of preused slices of life. All piled up for a bargain basement price in the jumble-sale of old moments that you can sell on a street corner for a nickle apiece.
And the next scene opens.