Creativity flows like lava
Slowly
As is scorches everyone in its path.
My eyes are like clouds
Gently
Looking around with innocent wonder.
Music is no good
Buzzing
Is all it becomes as it fades into background noise.
Books let me escape
Happily
I shall flow into the depths of my mind.
My brain is alive
Joyously
Am I allowed to feel the beating inside my ribcage.
Life becomes numb, so
Calmly
We must pick up our worlds to feel once more.