Visuals Behind

Hallucinations that occur in the dark,
Sparks of neurons shining like constellations 
Secondary colors, images that flash,
Like pictures coming out of an Instax camera,
Bluebells exploding into a gyroscope, 
The floral scent ghosts your nose,
In fields of white and periwinkle,
Each scene shows oil paintings,
Yet to be painted and hung,
In the gallery of our imagination,
These illusions behind the doors of our souls,
They are a beauty that we only get to witness.