Lost in between the lines of reality and imagination he wandered.
Blurred was the world where one couldn't distinguish between what was horizontal and what was vertical.
Colors meshed together into one and formed into an unrecognizable object.
The sun and the moon was scattered about the sky, much like pieces of a puzzle waiting to be out together.
He was free floating in a world where no gravity seemed to exists, yet he felt the lightness of his step pushing off the ground.
He was in a world of Zen where it did not matter who you are or what you come from everything balanced out in an equal harmony.
Words began flashing before his eyes, most of which made sense to him but had no logical connection.
The words became phrases and the phrases became sentences.
The sentences became stories that were told, and then written down into what this piece is today.