You won't know what it feels like
until you walk into that white room
and you smell the sharp salty cool air
and you see the white curtains rippling in the breeze
and you feel the light breeze ruffle your hair...
and you feel that
and you feel that nothing that's better than anything
the feeling of no expectations or realities
just
nothing
nothing that's better than everything
and then you stop
and you just listen to the ups and downs of the breathing ocean
and then you finally know what it's like
to be prismatic.
