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Spur of the moment poetry!
I need to write.
I haven't in months.
It's like a hunger.
and I've just satisfied it.

I've told you all about my weird space out phases where I don't remember anything?
Well Earvin called it once, "a technicolor phase", and a few weeks later I found out there's this song by Owl City called "The Technicolor Phase"!
How coincidental is that?! So now I listen to it all the time, haha.
And I decided to compose a short poem on this technicolor phase.



Lost at Sea.
Objects transform and edges merge.
Definite hues are now vague blurs.
Bright, distant, blinding.
Volumes lower to a silence.
Voices stop, noises cease.
Senses fail; lost in the moment.
Movement occurs at the slowest pace.
Touch is so far away that levitation is made possible.
All that was meant to be marked
Is now of no use
And forever banished into oblivion.
For, when I awaken
From this period of indifference-
There are no thoughts to be thought
Nor words, nor sounds, nor memories.
For as the world returns to a state of normality,
What once resided on the shores of my mind
Has drifted off;
Washed out to the depths of the ocean blue.
So where's my message in a bottle?
Won't you come and save me from this technicolor phase?