On the outside
A wall of glass
Unsmashable
Laser eyes burn from the other side
Branded to memory
Pushing down, screaming, screeching
Thumping on thick, hard walls

Bold lines and shapes
Colours streaked on skin
Glittering rainbows slowly fading into view
Jolting contrasts; sharpness and fragility
Prints and threads
All coming together

Bubbles float gently on the breeze
Catching sparkles, sunbeams that fall
They move up towards the clouds
Delicate tiny balloons with rainbow edges drifting, drifting
Towards an infinite sky

Empty
Hollow
A mild irritation  
Buzzing under the surface
Buried under a thick cloud of nothing
It could disappear with distraction
But motivation is oh so hard to conjure

Lying on top of, not in, comfortable but cold bedsheets
Frosted over by a too long open window
Scrolling,
scrolling,
further
and further still

A second, a stumble, a clashing collision of heels

You’re flying

Your arms stretch out, your fingers reaching only darkness
Further down, colours meld and move as you float
You touch gold and green, pink and blue
Your stomach swooping the whole way down
Without ground, without aim
Floating on in an ocean of colours and stars

The flowers grow on the side of the pavement
Tiny splatters of vibrant colour dotted around their feet
They don’t even notice as they rush by
Joggers, dog walkers, ramblers can crush the buds with careless steps
But some do pay attention, some take care
And the flowers always come back to bloom again

In a crowded room, bodies push together without care
A thousand stories loosely strung together On a long line of invisible thread

The music a machine, pumping through the floor, through the ceiling, through the thick air they breathe in short, sharp breaths.
As they jump, through soft clouds and glittering stars, far apart in an inky sky
In a millisecond, two flickering eyes connect
Sharply the needle flies up, they’re tugged  together

And then with more glances in a new direction, the thread falls apart again
The letters thrown back onto separate pages in messy splatters of ink
That book closes and a million more new stories begin
All ending just as quickly as they started