#tempted to tag this as treebury upon avon...........

[outlying-hyppocrate]

mindlessly eating flowers, hands shoving them violently into your own mouth. everything around you is flowers, you become the sun and the clouds and the sky. briefly yourself again, a butterfly, but as wings and eyelids flutter open and shut, you come to realize that you are re-entering these dreams, and find yourself half-alive in the dead of night with hydrangeas spilling from your lips