i was caught in this lavender haze
to be lost yet still felt found | in this maze
my blood is scorpion poison | flowing gently
shards of me I want to cast away immediately
almost near but not quite there
I think-feel | but I cannot think what I feel
I'm pulling myself out of this cistern
gazing upon the strings of light | hanging
I pant | I cannot breathe | I scream
no one seems to be here
no one seems to be truly here
I dread captivity and long for escape
but here I am at a bottomless pit
silence became my solace and companion
a dark empty void | but it hears everything
welcomes everything | although without reply
the void is wise | a soundboard for my thoughts
the void is freedom
like air | unrestrained, unbound
now I got out of the cistern
realizing there was no cistern at all
