Journey to my Center

I feel the chill inside me..

The deep, cold chill that barricades my soul to keep me warm in the center...my warmth in the winter.

I feel my sanity like gravity, like insanity without tragedy to make it too thin to pull me down, but enough to make me drown above ground.

I swim to the surface of that sound... the deafening silence like thunder and bright fluttering come up from hearts pound...

And I wait...

Alone in the darkness I wait...

In my eyes hide the flame, with mine eyes light the way to the treacherous depths of my soul, nickel and gold will ferry me aloft to the lands of diamonds and ice...

Grave that I should wake up before my journeys end to see naught but pink skin...

I long for the spirits blueish serenity, but as I remain, there is no smoke from this flame...