A quiet room full of people.
Does it bother you?
Close your eyes.
You know they’re still there.
Some might wonder
why your eyes are closed.
You’re a potato with a brain,
in the middle of the floor.
Let’s take this further:
let’s say you fall asleep.
That…peace? So poignant.
Never have I felt
such powerful feelings
in my forced state of wakefulness.
I am blind to color, and when I dream
The world ignites like bloated fireflies
bursting into colors - even emotions -
exploding in and around me. I’m inside
a living being, that I encounter every
day; but he’s mysterious and confused;
numb and loose; himself and someone
else, when he’s awake.