The air is solid,
the ground floats around me,
and I wonder where my soul
is anchored
or whether it is there at all.
I watch on as
objects becomes colours
and colours become stars
until I am engulfed
by a burning mass
that bursts into shades
youv’e never seen before.
and as I fizzle
into specks of dust
I am glad
I am finally doing something
tangible.
The writer is an A-level student aspiring to become a professional writer.
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