Sparkatale

Time is ticking; moving as
I sit still
Rain outside is falling
As do my eyelids...
I hear the voices talking
But I do not understand them...
It's all a haze...
Just a haze...
Minor turbulence in my mind...

Is the world moving slow
Or is it me?
From my place is appears that
I'm an outside source—stuck in a box
Peering out while nobody's
Peering in...

A stormy sea will not ripple
At a disturbance such as a stone—
Waves engulf all these pebbles
So that I'm not even aware that
Something dares to disturb
My placid chaos within...
The stones create a mountain
Drowning beneath an ocean of thoughts...

My eyes are closed
I'm drifting... floating away
From the dull colors of livelihood
To bright colors of daydreams...

I've taken flight again...