Literature
Perception
Slowly slipping on perception, farther from my conscious state, time itself seems to pause, as I leave my life to wait, numb to what my body feels, trading off the ground I stand, quickly gaining distance, from the objects in my hand, air exhaling windy, throwing breaths into a breeze, emotions become as physical, as mercurial seas, stars mirror optic blinking, fire dances yet reformed, as if particles that built my body, all have been returned, back when my cells were soil, and the flowers that it grew, little insignificant flakes of dust, but shiny light shards too, suddenly seized by reality, my soul is back in place, with only a vague resemblance, of the sunrise on my face.
