Hallucinogenic wonderland



9/12/2016 Some pretty words born of a free imagination

A single grain of sand in a desert,

reflecting starlight in a clear night sky. 

Too cold in the dark

my breath forming clouds

forming shapes

angels and demons,

babies and buttterflies. 

Tapping into this Neverland,

into this fantastic world

is as easy as closing my eyes.

Or even a fever dream.

Porpoises metamorphose into tortoises...

transform into dreams.

Balloons and rainbows,

colours flying.

My heart soars!



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