Many shades of sweet white nothings
Whisper their way into sight.
The miniscule molecules of black and gray
Flashing intermittently
On the horizon.
The vision almost
Drowning out
The monotone drone that seeps its way
Into the deepest regions
Of the heavily scrutinized brain.
Mixed with the light tingling
Of the attracting ray,
And the feeling of amethyst
Running beneath the surface of the
Skin.
Searching for any signs of
Freedom from its
Fleshy prison.
Until it is forced to dissipate
Into the realm of its captor,
To resurface
Nevermore.
