droning sounds in the dark, filled with blue and violet screams

it's all so pleasant in one way, and horrible when heard in the dark

deeper and deeper I venture, dripping sounds and strange-tasting air accompanying me

far off lands of bright green grass and deep forests at the edges of memory

Or perhaps I dreamt it all?

I swore I saw him at the edge of the woods, and now he's all but vanished into thin air

It all tastes so strange, this air is violet when I cough

hum hum

"I hear humming, I hear humming..."

so I wish to see the sun again

"Look, it's him! I told you he didn't leave, he's over- over there?"

I fade away softly, into the dark night, leaving behind nothing but bitter tastes and a case of the blues

"How did I get here?"

(May 2020)