Sparks in the Dark

Drugged Fog

Everything spins all the time, air comes out of my lungs and I can feel it but the sight it comes out as scares me. The color of reds pooling into the air spreading out, colors spin and caress each other as they float in the air. Blues, reds, purples, greens, rainbows float around the room while I struggle for breath coughing out more color. My vision wavering I try to stand up and my vision blurs the colors swirling, it feels almost like a storm when I stand but here on the floor it is calm and still. I lay down and hit my head on the way down, the colors focus and unfocus as my vision goes in and out. I try to close my eyes but it feels like the room is spinning. I can scream but it sounds almost muted in this empty and closed in room. The walls stay white no matter how much of the color touches them. 

The colors seem to form faces if you look close enough. I vaguely remember all the colors being someone at some point, but now the colors roam freely in there own rhythm. I try to grasp the colors though now they are thin like smog. I sway the colors towards me with my hands and try to move the colors into the form of someone, something, but just as the face starts to appear the colors start to span out and float away again. 

I lay back and think, this painful silence making my ears feel like they are cold and bleeding, I wipe my hands on my shirt, but anytime color appears it turns to smoke and floats away. I sit up and just scream, scream about my love, my sadness, my loneliness, my hatred. The colors swirl towards the top of the room, wind whipping my face and hair, my clothes getting whipped around my body as it clings to me, a storm forming in the air as I scream out my lungs, no sound coming from my lips, tears streaming down my face staining my face with the colors that fly by. 

I begin to fold into myself crying down my face, I hold my knees and feel the wind begin to calm around me. I feel a light hand on my back but I refuse to look. Someone hugs me from behind tightly as I silently sit and think. I wipe my tears on my knees staining them with faded color. The color peels and begins to float behind me. The ground directly under me begins to pool a deep shade of blue, surrounding me in it. 

A figure of blurry color shifts to around the front of me and looks into my eyes, green staring back at me. Their form begins to focus a bit as they place their hand on my cheek and studies me. I tear up a bit and the colors unfocus and begin to pull away from each other. They wipe my eyes and makeshift smile at me, their eyes never leaving mine. Just a feeling, not a physical or mental, but a feeling, of maybe a sort of pain, my brain melancholy, like a dumb numb rot. But that smile and those eyes, make me smile, like I haven't in a while. 

"Please don't leave."