I sat on an apple to eat a star, when I saw how my thoughts were dripping out of a leaking, torn sky. I smiled, and my dreams showed on my teeth like diamonds polished with an oyster's spit. Wings grew from my ears, and I dived into the ocean of my future memories. Music played out of a dumb man's lips, and it painted a golden arch that only the blind could see. There were flavors on my skin, and textures rubbed into my eyes. I saw the bottle of joy, uncapped and leaking profusely.
And then, a hand came and grasped me from my back, and dragged me back to boring sanity.
“I became insane, with long
intervals of horrible sanity.”
- Edgar Allan Poe
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