i. i am tied up in spider webs, owls are perched on the bushes though it is morning and calls of help that echo sound like 'hope'. there is brief dialogue between me and my conscious that ends in goodbyes.

ii. my veins are rainbows strung together and my arteries are sprinkled with glitter. you taste of honey cakes and the sky is reflecting the color blue. today i do not need a paintbrush to paint my world.

iii. the sun makes the water cold and blood cells no longer travel to my brain. i am counting down to the end from december to january. i no longer need numbers to calculate the fact that i am confused.

iv. crystallized tears fall down the waterfall. natives catch them below not understanding the angel at the top of the mountain is withering away.