Distractions

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.