Too, too ardentEach time I close my eyes - it is an upheaveling storm that is so phosphorescent - so vivid that sleep cannot be accomplished. For once my eyelids are not overpowering by heaviness, but lightness that makes no sense - I wonder if I am conscious. Wavering lines are surging, an ablaze of white-hot, pink-cold are effulgent.Too, too ardent
The swirls are like embodiments taking form, something I should not see.
These shapes are constantly metamorphosing in my head and before my eyes. It is too ardent and intense to even think of slumber. I feel as if I am teetering in a whirlwind; and all what I can picture is illuminating, these light
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Luv B.A.D. ^-^ *kisses,licks and bites*
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