Colors intertwine
Sending shivers down my spine
But my body is twisting and shaping itself
Becoming part of this reality
Where colors shine
And plastic leaves grow and wind
And people leave trails of themselves in different lives
The floor isn’t solid or liquid
Its on a fine line
Where there is movement but stability
And the room breathes with me
Extending the walls which then collapse
And wooden beams break up the space
Into different worlds
And let me go there again
But just a little less, just in case.
Taylor
My trip
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