Surreal REALITY, an exhausted empath and Surreal REALITY exhausted by the empath

A landscape lies where eyes should be,A fractured world of sky and stone,Where clouds drift through a memory,And secrets sleep within the bone.The skin is warm, a silent shore,But through the rift, the heavens pour—A dusty gold, a stormy gray,Where night and morning fade away.Between the breath and silver light,The mind unfolds in cosmic flight;A human face, a soul set free,Becoming all it dares to see.