sliding through the gaps

I picked a sensation-
turned it around,
I let it mingle into me.
when the unexpected turn came,
my mind went blank for a while-
but I did not pick any weapons to fight;
choosing to let it go

"I create worlds in my mind

they all fall apart

yet I  go on creating more"

building balconies inside your head

out of nowhere you find things in your head
unable to fathom how they fit in
mind although colourless contains
all those shades you never thought possible
tangled with unexplained material
what can only be called myth of the matter
permeating your whole being
layers and layers of it
akin to building balconies inside your head
without cement yet holding on steadfast

out of nowhere you find things in your head
unable to fathom how they fit in
but knowing that somehow they do

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#Update@14/07/08: My muse is dead. I can't offer anything new today. I wrote this a few days back. I can't even take my own advise and keep writing.