And the Moth slep

And he flew across the room
And he saw a multitude of flowers
And he traveled to the centre of the room
And he turned on the wall
And he flew back

He traveled to the centre of the room
He saw a multitude of flowers
Multitude of smells

The Floor vibrated
The Grass shown
The Centre Opened
The Centre Opened

He took the time
to travel to
the centre
of his mind

He tried to come back
There was no light
He saw only dark

He swayed
He died

And Then He Woke Up

After a minute

Ok, ok... i'm calmming down now. No need to panic.
humm... for some reason i am thinking of the first time i panicked. funny thing, the mind is.
how can i remember such attrocity when so many good things have happened in my life, and which i have forgotten.
i remember being on the road. it was early in the morning, and rather cold. i saw this sand buggy stuck to the mud and went over there to see what was happening. it's funny to think of such monstrocity that becomes of a car or even a sand buggy when seen upon the eyes of a moth. i was really young, and didn't know what to excpect when being behind it. until, that is, when it reversed.
goddamn, did that hurt. the buggy hurdled over me. i just remember the tyre coming up and swiftly down. i was stuck under those horrible treads. what horrors did i experience. my dim body was pushing the buggy back as much as possible. but my strength did nothing. that feeling of ineptitude and uselessness against that powerful and unstopable force that was the buggy on top of me is reminded to me to this day.
i was lucky the mud was soft and so i wasn't squished under the massive tyre.
i don't seem to be so lucky now, the water has vaccumed tight my body.

i wonder if someone could build a ladder for me to use?