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

place,

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.

There,

I hear music where I once heard screams.

There,

I am

 s e t t l e d .

There,

 I belong.

I am nostalgic and

h y p e r b o l i c

 in this place of dreams.