Severed synapses.
My happiness is warm and airy.
Days meld into dream
and the dreams become more recognizable as me.
Turn back to look into the light and I disappear..
better to bask in the comfort of its warmth,
welcome what enters and allow it passage through.
The greatest lesson I learned was how to enjoy a flower's beauty without picking, smelling, killing it.
But every flower still gets lonely.
"Don't leave me here! Pick me! Kill me!"
Smelly shit and sweet cream.
This chaos is complete perfection.