I close my eyes into it,
a hallway of mirrors that folds within itself.
I tumble, to teeter towards the spiral,
the winding sideways stairs
that vacuum me into the vortex:
the whirl the twirl the twist
the black the white the kiss
the blur the churn the mirage
above below throughout
within without surrounded
the mist the cloud the swarm
the swirl of the pastels,
the glitter the shimmer the shine
kaleidoscopic microscopic psychedelic,
soft like a cloud.
I rise and fall
into this oblivion.
-Eva M.M.
Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts in the comments below. I wanted to add a photo with this but decided against it because I would like to hear what you visualise hen reading this.
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”
1withthepen 
I loved this. Would like to know what inspired it, but I’m a curious cat!😉
LikeLike
I have always told people that reality as we are told is something to be challenged and have played with the concept that what we think of as the dreamworld , this almost circus–dreamlike–Alice in wonderland–in between worlds kind of state could be reality. Like many other things I have written, though not posted here, I named this reality and proposed this very dreamesque state which leaves a lot to the imagination but hopefully also provoked this concept of what reality could be.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Its almost like different dimensions and if they exist
LikeLike
Yes, I really like that view on it. I get that vibe as well even though it was not consciously on my mind while writing this.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The mood swings of the bipolar mind. I felt this was a picturesque description of the changes in the manic mind. I really doubt if that is what you had in mind but that is the impression it formed in me while reading it for the first time.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, it is not what I had in mind but I can see how that is a valid interpretation of it. interesting.
LikeLiked by 1 person