how strange the ways to fall into a dream when the roudiest of sounds become a lullaby and you feel weightless you're floating and everything's ringing yet there is only silence
your eyelids are petals while your eyes bloom into the back of your mind creating the most unorthodox world
and it resides in your thoughts through the ticking minutes of the day and awaits you-
you and your flower eyes for your garden mind to bloom once again...