...(Pendulum)

Something... and then, feeling that sideways motion like a gently rocking boat... My sixth sense peacefully place on my breath... I know it's not a boat...softness brushing against your skin perhaps leaves from a tree, or hiding in a closet of coats... I don't know, what was that word? What was it, I think it was important. Obsolete? Oh I can't remember now, maybe it doesn't matter... swaying in a boat... My ears know that my eyes are closed... the gentle rustle of coats, or leaves? Why can't I see them? Is this a garden? Is it my mine? No I don't think so, it isn't a garden, it's very beautiful... My sixth sense peacefully place on my breath...

It's very peaceful here and quiet, feel like I've been here forever... I feel happy and content... So what's wrong? ... ... drip... ... drip ... ... drip ... ... drip ... ... 

IT'S REALLY QUIET!!! HOW DO I GET OUT?

Okay think, how did I get here... I was in a garden it was really beautiful... Before that? Think, think!

Oh yes, I was in a boat and... no wait it was a forest I remember the leaves...

Now it's really dark... I can hear myself breathing... slow down... put my hand on my heart...

Thump, thump... Thump, thump... Thump, thump... Thump, thump... Thump, thump... Thump, thump... 

Don't panic, breathe slowly... and think... what was that word... it's on my tongue...

A flask I drink of sober tea... While relay cameras monitor me... 

And the buzz surrounds it does... 

Buzz surrounds 

Buzz surrounds... I remember a lot of purple...

  Closed eyed sky wide open

          Unlimited girl unlimited sigh

                         Elsewhere

                                  Indefinitely

                                             Far away

                                                    Magnifies and deepens

                                                               Ready to sing

                                                                       My sixth sense peacefully placed on my breath

                                                                             And listening

                                                                                   Keeps me from my hurt 

                                              

                                 My ears know that my eyes arperish thoughts clloisked contraband...

from  a long way away .

then I never really knew how  I got to where I am, I know it's happening but i don't because...

It's like a memory, now a days I find it hard to distinguish.

Still can't remember what I was going to say...

I can remember touching my tongue to the roof of my mouth... and making a "m" sound: Oblong? Obsolete... Durum, Pentagon? Pen...