Destination Dissociation

The world around me keeps

spinning on,

it is

fast

paced,

smells become

indistinguishable.

The air stands still

it tastes stale.

different colours b-l-u-r

to grey

A windowpane of

rainy

patience.

Voices

screech

painfully

noises w~h~i~r~l

to echos

not unlike sanity

fleeing to

a place inside myself.

An eye of the storm

Next destination

cool

solitary,

timelessness-

calm.

s e r e n i t y

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