Mind benumbed with a dreary monotony; thoughts rambling like the black and gloomy clouds trying to break the boredom of the winter sky. Dark dust of melancholy clouding the senses to a hazy opaqueness.
I hibernate, with shoots of life sleeping inside me waiting for the knock of Spring on the frozen shell of my consciousness.
Latent I lie, with hues of magic trancing in my soul.
Latent I’ll lie, till the soft brush of springtime paints my world in a flurry of psychedelic colours.