MUDDY

All of the blue and wavering green and colors I'd never seen, this weird time that I floated off into a parallel universe and never told anyone.  Dreams of grass and mountains and cold, crispy rains on my own face that I'd only dreamed to be another because the dizzy let me live in between the lines.  A dream of rivers, a dream of a red stream in the river's gleam, a dream of a consequence free everything and anything.  You don't know what you've done, and that's alright with me, as entering the splinter universe between the two is enough to muddy that, too, into one.