looking down at the boundless field of clouds below, time slows and let's go of a bellow; turquoise space traced with vivacious silver velvet is paradoxically mellow; i find myself intoxicated by quixotic thoughts of what immersion in it would be like, of what it might noxiously incite...
once again i'm feeling kind of enlightened by flights of fancy, inviting fantasy, enticed by the quiet timbre, quite the sight as i watch an orb of amber ascend behind the horizon and scamper out of the skyline; light pastels dance for a while on the divide until night rises, sapphire scapegoating and coating the opening until indigo holds control; relinquishing the reins of my soul, i nosedive until i collide with the aether and burn up in the sky below, shredding and shedding my ego and--
-- patiently waiting for "you" to follow...