A small cloud has fallen

The white mist hits the ground

My lungs comfort me with joy

Vegging on one detail

The rest just crowds around

My eyes itch of burning red

Picture sounds

Of moving insects so surreal

Lay around

Looks like I found something new

Laying in my bed

I think I'm in left field

I picture someone, I think it's you

You're standing so damn close

My body begins to swell

Why does 1 + 1 make 2