I become caged within the space and time of explored existence, understanding each metaphor as holy grail.

Expanding horizons as the clouds merge into streams of colour lit memories that take me to back to where I found my saving grace.

Inquisitive aches run through my bones as I hold my breath, fading deeper and deeper into the airless cravings that drift me into flashes of star filled nights, the old familiar smell of coffee and the ringing of light rain.