I am hazy, lazy eyed and buzzing.
Staring slowly at the ceiling hoping
I never come down.
Arnica and lavender rise from my skin.
This. this is purple I'm sinkin in.
Strains of music float around me,
enveloping, endearing themselves to my form.
And in this moment my breath is reborn
swirling in and out of dust particles,
drawing circles like sandcastles.
pulling sandcastles to tide.
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