I miss the sincerity The oblivious sort of floating Reaching out and swimming in galaxies It's fascinating to leave my feet on the ground Brilliant to swim in place and breath in fluid I couldn't feel myself All I could feel was oxygen, molecule by molecule The atmosphere bent around me piece by piece I held onto nothing but I didn't drift off I held fast to everything that I've never been able to feel I let the universe soak my skin to my bones and chew on my lips And my pillowcase made an excellent towel
"A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it." -Charles Dickens, "A Tale of Two Cities"