There is a disconnect between the
body and the spirit
when one’s mind is
a w a y ;
And though you may see me-
I am not here.
I answer a call that leads me astray…
To where I belong in a
f a r a w a y
where colors are vivid and melt
into each other in a quick embrace.
Movement and passion merging-
Like falling rain on a freshly painted canvas.
I hear music where I once heard screams.
s e t t l e d .
I am nostalgic and
h y p e r b o l i c
in this place of dreams.