Letting them like soft and delicate bubbles.
Running, they are running into the deep blue of the ocean
mixed with the clear sky.
Flying freely with no shame.
It feels like crazy inside my head.
It pushes, it moves.
I can see thousand of colours, shapes.
I hear noises, sometimes they are nice sounds
other time they kick my ears from the inside.
It seem all hilarious, perhaps it is.
There is no rest for my senses, they are captured.
I laugh then I feel suddenly sad,
then I laugh again.
It feels like crazy,
a wonderful madness growing,
coming and going.
The soul is deep,
an addictive interlude of awakening.
I touch my head, my skin is cold
looking into that glaze of gratifying insanity.
I wonder if is my brain going insane.
Will I return? Will I stay?
It does not matter
nothing matters as I fly away
as I let my happiness bewitched by so much beauty.
Freedom is the key as emotions conquest my senses.
I let them move through my skin over and over
until I will recognise my face again.