My trip

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

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