Soft and moving

Patterns in a ceiling

Sniffing the flowers

To ignore the pain

Thinking of music

Or is there music playing?

Or am I just thinking of music?

 

I am soft and serene

I cloud overseas

Superbly strange

I hope they don’t know

But I know that they do

A buzz

Rings loudly and sweetly in my ear

 

Soft and clear

Portals in a ceiling

Eating flowers

Forget the pain

Hear the music, whether its there or not

I am a storm

That wants to stop