Within these wisps of pale grey smoke
A movement is captured, swift like a black fly
My attention is seized
I want to believe
Cool greens, muted blues surround and unfurl
They beckon for me
Growling, whining
Unable to relax
Purple as an Autumn plum
Or every shade of blue?
Concentrate, soak it up
Where warmth once settled in
Darkness envelops
Drained from my skin
Shadows hover and green figures protrude
Strange movements
Keep focused
Subdued
All perception is absent
It is gone
Cool yellows enter and flood the room
What makes me unique?
I want to believe
Do you?
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