the whisper of the wind
it's howling

the screaming of the passerbys
interrupting the captivating silence

the fogging of the glass
the haziness of the room

all brings me back to thoughts of you

the longing is thick
and dark
my mind is spiraling

I'm falling down the rabbit hole
passing rainbow swirls and unknown trinkets
I see clocks but time doesn't exist

they're ultraviolet
these hallucinations my mind projects
it's ******* me in

I'm trapped
blues and reds and greens and yellows
objects and they're malleability

flowers and trees
are the blood vessels of the earth
give and take

my mind gets lost
or maybe I get lost
it's all just senseless ramblings

I'm three floors above sea level
and everything's calm
there's no wind
there's no sense

I hear a ringing
I know not the source
it's constant
and firm
and has it's own wavelength

it seems to be traveling
it's slipping away
into the mist
it's gone
swallowed