I forgot that day, and the one before.

I fell one day, into some flowers.

Watched the petals fly, swirling with the butterflies.

I got lost in the abyss of the sky.

The colours swirled together, and I fell into a daze.

I lost the memories of those days, I think they were important.

I think I must be dreaming, the world’s so bright its washed in white.

When I fell that day I don’t remember stopping.

I lost the flowers and the butterflies, I don’t remember when they went away.

 But I guess that it’s okay.