Reflection like a mirror or a post-*** shower
I am alone, and I dissipate into the room’s air supply
I pause to appreciate the sensation of life
Colorful tendrils of light play games
Crisis is foreign and distant
I am tranquil, transcendental and still
The particles of my mass are no longer bound
My existence becomes my surroundings
And my surroundings become me
Singular
Peace comes resting me into sleep
Nod off numb to the water
Stars flash within arm’s reach as my focus is lost
As my vision becomes increasingly spotted
It separates into a grid
Evenly spaced, dark, outlined squares
Snaps of brightness make me dizzy
Objects float or fade to nothing
Reality now artificial, mimicking, a substitute imposter
I fall to the final sight of myself disappearing
Black energy plays tricks on me
Silver flashes when I arrive
Purple when I reflect
Blue makes me question, fear, and follow
Green inspires me
Yellow tires me
Orange is my love
Red when the world collapses on me