It's visual snow filling you vision until your
reality blurs
as if butter were smeared over the camera lens, only you're not a camera, are you?
And you're floating
and you're falling
and it's warm
and you're freezing
and it's light
and it's heavy
and it's sickening,
but it's the only time you feel healthy,
and it should be terrifying,
but as you wrest yourself
from reality,
you're at peace for a moment.
Drifting.
Alice in Wonderland,
having a happy dream just this once.
Or has it been a day by now?
A week..?
The landscape falls and melts away.
Something touches your hand and you
feel like crying.
You're falling, but in the opposite direction.
You're flying, but in the opposite direction.
You're dizzy, spinning, drowning.
What day is it?