clouds travelling behind the yellow lineweird little houses leafy trees not wearing makeup today

the smell of meat and the noises everything that existed before that day does no longer exists other than this sleepy feeling warming the air around me

i feel naked without a book and have no shadow  

the act of smelling a painting      the smell sometimes takes me there  

but then the doors are closing mind the doors 

and the screams no longer exist

my eyes are doors opening for the sun light paint light inside light sea light