Splotches of paint thrown on the canvas of my mind
Dripping, slowly through my words My limbs, my tissue.
Blurred vision
Colored thoughts
Forming feathers soaring on the thermals.
Clouds, paint, smeared thoughts, floating, blending.
Words come and go, waves, lines descend
Purple and lime shapes dance in front of me
Pooling around me
I am carried along on my thoughts, my colors.
Lights out again and I drift into a nothingness
My eye open for a second morning Light is peering in at me.
I step out of nothing, with a vague sense of something.
Joy Cloud
Welcome to Wonder 