I lie on my back
hands out stretched
a sprig of lavender on my chest
My palms tickle
my fingertips tingle
electricity shoots up
and down
the maze of my veins
Our universe is made up of
constant, unwavering energy
and in this moment
I feel it all
YOU ARE READING
A world unlike your own
PoetryNot poetry, just words. My world is different to yours. Here's a slither of it. Come find me Best rankings: #1 in Poembook #1 in Therapeutic #3 in Thoughts #29 in Poetry
