Limbo

You walk around in a delirious state of mind. Distorted faces you see and feedback of noises you hear. The whole world stops for a second and you can feel this strange aurora. A strange atmosphere you haven't felt before. You've become intrigued by it but you fear you might lose your senses. In this second time seems like a slow molasses drowning you bit by bit. Your sense of sight is distorted. The walls begin to fade in and out. Colors transpiring into one another. Shapes blissfully morphing onto each other. Your sense of hearing is drowned by amounts of waves. The feedback of the world sounds like a blissful splash in a lake.  The moving cars is a quiet migration of birds migrating to their next home. Your sense of touch is atmospheric. You can feel the gentle air all around you. Your body begins to feel immortal and weightless. You touch your fingers but all you can feel is the empty spaces they leave in between each crease. And all this variety of a new feeling collapses you. And after that second you wake up from the limbo you just had. And everything seems normal. The smoggy musty city air is in your lungs. The honks of road rage drivers, the guy babbling about the party he came from, the child that keeps asking for a brand new toy and a couple talking about what positions they should try next. That all fills your ears that transpires into your brain and into the message you're hearing. But that blissful moment of limbo. It will never be the same. Yet you'll keep searching.