Wallowing in my footsteps

Woke up one day from a drunken blackout and wrote this. Nothing quite like when the sould speaks from a deep place in your hear that reminds you that being human is supposed to be the poetic part

Wallowing in my footsteps and what used to be forgotten. Treading beyond, what seemed like an eternity.
Through the insightful draught of memories, i begin to lose my mind, lose my sight. Everything around me is a wasteland in sense. Nothing but golden sands of time and serene desert. How could anything be so empty, but im searching for a sign, or yet a simple marage. A paradise in my imagination. A place to rest under the shade of my thoughts, where i can reside in between the coolness of my unspoken breeze and the extreme unrelenting reality of now.

Woken up by the soft whispers of a lady in black. She moves twords me and offers her guidence threw the dusty storms and hiderance ahead and in a moment I could have her. It seems as if time stood still for that single split second everything was clear. Lips like velvet and words smooth as silk, I was mesmerized by every syllable comming out her mouth. Could this be an angel. Sent by the gods from the heavens above to aid my spirits threw this inferno of a landscape I call my own.

Author's Note

Really like the imagery on this passage. Im proud of myself for writting something i think is beautiful while intoxicated. Haha. Critics welcome haha. Grammar still sucks