A small cloud has fallen The white mist hits the ground My lungs comfort me with joy Vegging on one detail The rest just crowds around My eyes itch of burning red Picture sounds Of moving insects so surreal Lay around Looks like I found something new Laying in my bed I think I'm in left field I picture someone, I think it's you You're standing so damn close My body begins to swell Why does 1 + 1 make 2
