Yesterday's Trip.

The snow flashed different colors.

Bright and foggy hues steamed off the trees and melted into the night sky.

The stars were connected by a single line, like a recurring pattern.

Waves of euphoria flushed throughout my body taking all recent thought with it.

Blades of grass grew personalities and danced accordingly,

blink all you want but what you see is still there.

Dead flowers creeped by the mountain, their petals with faces screaming walked silently.

The sticks at my feet threw orange and yellow lights in the air as they turned from brown to black to white.

My feet incased in ice made solid any ground I stomped on.

My skin was numb and my bones full of feeling.

There was no music, only windows to different minds.

It was a place to be quiet, 

it was a time to be loud.

It was a way to be soft,

and a plan to be found.

It was a time I remembered and could not comprehend.

Which strikes me as strange, since it was all in my head.