It burned.
The room span,
But what room?
I scouted the floor
cat-like.
I could have been anything.
A rainbow.
A kaleidoscope of colours
mashed to create perfection.
It hurt my eyes.
Perfection turned to abandonment
and I discovered loneliness.
A tunnel.
My eyes were closed
yet my vision was clear as day.
Twisting and winding and bending
I became one with nature
until an hour passed
and more was needed.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
It burned.
The room span,
But what room?
I scouted the floor
cat-like.
I could have been anything.
A rainbow.
A kaleidoscope of colours
mashed to create perfection.
It hurt my eyes.
Perfection turned to abandonment
and I discovered loneliness.
A tunnel.
My eyes were closed
yet my vision was clear as day.
Twisting and winding and bending
I became one with nature
until an hour passed
and more was needed.
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