"And neon I go" turquoise rose glows, "wrinkled laughter nobody but me knows." Phantom pixled purple sprites curiously chanting cries, through a soul that bears many holes. "Echoes poses blows!" goes the wind, against my feelings held in. I shout "Playing tricks again?"
Blowing through frail skin, "Deepening as I creek with every bone chilled within!"
Transcending trails of energy forecasting stormy weather, soul sending vibes of transcendent lucidity gather. "I brighten with neon glows, again that nobody knows!"
Brightening up with phosphorescent shows, body nearly ready to implode.
An on the spot electrical spectral collaborating with every drip, drop that rain drip plops
Ears embraced with the rain drops falling,
Feeling a drip, waterless static against my skin
Catching a trip, fearless emotion driving with a bottle of sin
To be continued, eyes wide ready to plunge in
Feelings drift away, drift away
Rushing where I lay out of the cortex to play
Starting the change, insides molding away
No pins and needles, just strange things and rotting evils
Simplest tasks need brainfeed retrieval
Visionary decision at a glances unbalanced sway,
"the forest can't be dead if the faces of the trees still laugh and play!?"
Reflecting treefolk within the waters edge
Wrinkled eyes peering, playing an swaying
Voices calling out to take a leap
"The water is cold, the idea is cheap"
As the neon grabs hold, creeps and knawls.
Through my veins a circus of spectacular spectacles dance, flashing spectrum lightened rants
Again I feel the howl "And neon I go!"
Animal instincts inside me grow
They lunge in, Neon stains spread from the ground
I plunge in, waters body embraced with every sound
The lights play tricks against the aquamarine glints
The soul lay fixed against its shimmery bliss
Pulsating auras shocked into every pour "Hear the roar!"
I called expressing literal lightning linguistically
Neon now naturally neural knows no needs
It flies freely "I see clearly!"
Drip, drop Lights dripping off, seed plots
Scarlett spiraled sprouts shooting about
This is a work in progress, sensitive to materials and chemicals that the brain will and will not produce. Enjoy vivid awakenings in writen form from my point of view and mother natures sight!