A world of dreams

Bouquets of beautiful flowers, rapid gracious falls flow over the mounds of rock captured by the earth's movements in your head, you feel like your drowning in a pool of waves, waves of thoughts, waves of heat, happiness. Waves that bring your greatest thoughts to light, a fear that your ever so fluidly coming thoughts of vivid imagination and desire won't linger long enough for them to be caught,  to be kept, to look back on, something brought back from the other world, that satisfies your hunger until the next taste.Every sound is liquid pouring into a fishbowl you have square over your head, every sound, every movement, luscious and full, a world of dreams in your own little mind, breaking loose of their chains, the ink spreads in blots of colours and inspiration, splattering and touching parts of your brain you never knew could think this way.