Dreaming of colours I have not seen,
Waking up to the scents I feel like I know.
Could it be that I have been here before?
Wrapped in unfamiliarity, longing grows.
These flickers of non-existent memories
Suspend me for a second as I plunge down the abyss;
The taste of floating is evanescent.
Where will the bottom of this pit lead?
How much longer do I have to dive?
Falling hurts, I do not want to break my legs.
Do I dig deeper when I reach the end?
Making the descent harder for next time.
Do I try to climb back up?
Reliving the faint false fantasies I cannot grasp.
Yet I dream of colours I have not seen,
Waking up the scents I feel like I know.
