Praise him.
Shhh! I'm going to stop time sweetie! The pipes have been drained. The rain is no longer wet. The sky is green! Oh my! I think I just blued myself! These colors spinning, spinning. Tinted in mind. Don't go in there! The rooms are full of creatures, lurking behind that painted door! Hahaha, praise him! Praise the gorilla! Praise the zebra. Don't be stupid, unicorns don't exist. But impossible astronauts do! Hahaha praise him. Praise him.
Incandescent.
The gentle breeze
Like an autumn fall
The wind was tickling my fingertip
And the leaves sighed with a crisp
A snowman lay forgotten by a pile
The dust clouding up in my mind
The rain did a dance with my cheek
No one there to see me crying
All these seasons rushed in a blur
My head is aching
Cupping my chin
My wrist so fragile
So paper thin