Flip the switch
Scratch the itch
Chase the pebbles down the rabbit hole
Until the insides prickle
And the cold rain trickles
Over, away
Your tastebuds sense no pain.
Follow your nose
To the aboves and belows
Let the fragrance carry you home.
It will all fade to black
And you will have your reality back,
Wishing dreams could last a little longer
© tourniquette