Spat out of my

Warm oblivion

Into the cold air;

The blurry memories

Of the time

Are too painful,

So I forget

A hazy melding of color.



Shadow people

All around.

Hopscotch,

Jumprope,

I drew on the stone,

And it's gone.

The body erupts -

Spontaneous combustion -

Spin dizzily

Through it all.



Out of a more

Protective shell,

A mind will tend

To explode.

Or implode,

Depending.



The picture blurs

Once again ...

Twirling,

Uncontrolled lightheadedness,

Now think,

Crystal clear, harsh,

It is for a day,

Until my haze returns me

To normalcy.

Oblivion.



On my own,

The mind

It crumbles

Underneath the weight.

Until I can connect,

And start it all

Again.



Left outside

The remainder of the

Cycle.

I clutch

Uncertainly to

The blurry,

Confused,

and colorful dreams.

Memories.

A haze,

Hopscotch,

Climb my tree,

Falling ...

And who was I dying for?