leaves
me
in curious orbs,
floating
towards
the surface.
Like
an
army of ants they march
in chaotic order,
each
with
a purpose.
I see the sun,
wrinkled,
is slowly
blurred
from my vision
as
the distance
grows,
and is
filled in
by this
cool and soothing
liquid.
I reach;
I
reach
for something
that I know
isn’t really there.
My arms act
and
react
to themselves
in
instinctive manners.
They wrinkle
the world around me,
turning it slowly,
making
me
dizzy.
I can’t help
but
react
more violently.
From my arms,
leave
such curious orbs
joining in the confusion.
Mixing
in with
the
last
of
my lungs air,
I can no longer tell
where my breath is.
They float up
towards the sky,
or down
towards the sky,
to
the
sun,
wherever that
may be,
and release,
combine,
and merge
or
something.
At this moment
I don’t
care...
I
am
just
a bit
confused
and
I
am
tired,
as the panic ceases…
I think
I should
sleep
for a moment.
