This is my way. I start with a line, and it drags something from my mind, and we're off. So it's interesting what you said about this poem. Fragments. Yes, I see this here. It flips and turns a lot like a person in fitful sleep. Feels like a waking dream, a breathless person too scared to sleep, yet too exhausted not to. Scared to go to work, scared to wake up. Or are they already awake.

Maybe dreaming of a shattered relationship, or a broken dream.

At least that's what I saw, any way. :)

Thanks.

I like this one.