Through my eyes stare into me.
Pushing my hands out towards the walls, feeling nothing and tipping over. The floor moves with me and away from me, so that I never land, yet never stabilize. Blind motion.
Oh, there goes gravity.
Everything in stretch velvet, the kind you can wear all day and sleep in through the night. It doesn't mind at all.
Let's go down the waterfall.
Looking at photos I've taken, and to know what I was thinking when I took it, and for other people not to know. It feels like a deception. Do they lie? And if I print them, do I?
With a quick wink of the eye, and a "God you must be joking!"