Sounds and colors are all... are we?
The hues that blend ambiguously, analogously are like sweet tones who lay their head on my pillow, swift to fall asleep, a dreamless bliss…

So take what you brought
and leave through the door that let you in,
because I have found the best way is absence.

I stay awake all night because my dreams weigh too much.
I stay awake all night because my dreams weigh too much.
I stay awake because my dreams weigh way too much.

Be and dear and leave my head;
there's only room for the stuff that fits in a cat scan
I know I'm asleep, but I can't wake up.
It's only a dream where a set of rapid eyes is all we are…

Aren't we all… Are we?