Insane

What's inside of my mind?

Glowing bright patterns

with shapes of things I love

no thoughts

no mind

my brain

has turned into

somewhat like

a porridgy mass.

I am forever traveling

through a wormhole of zentangle patterns

that are made of rays of

radioactive light.

Lightning glows and sparking

Fires leap and roaring

Millions of tiny suns

inverted into highly saturated colors.

Am I dead?

No, I'm just crazy.

Impossibilities are impossible

In the world of my mind

Nobody is there but me.

My mind is insane;

My dreams are vivid, lucid or not.

I can fly!

In my dreams

I don't run with the wind.

I am the

wind.

I do not feel joy.

Yet, I don't feel negatively either.

I feel nothing

in

my

mind.

The galaxy, the stars.

They call me, every night.

Can I still fly?

I am a star;

I shine, brighter than bright,

I burn, hotter than hot,

I cool, colder than cold,

I rebirth, younger than young.

The only sounds I hear

is abnormally glitched birdsong

lapping over each other

until it sounds like millions of peeper frogs.

The sun vanishes

replaced by this void.

My body vanishes,

my soul left to explore.

The depths never end.

I am a star.

I can fly.