I see this plane of existence through a kaleidoscope
Distorted but colorful
This is where I drift off too
A false delusion of reality cocooning me
I am Floating and conversing with the dancing figures
There is no confusion only peace here
Nothing is real and time stands still until the trauma and peace become convergent
I relive every distant pain and become embedded in place
The kaleidoscope has stopped spinning and distorted colors become grey
I converse with my trauma indefinitely patiently waiting for the distorted colors to appear again.