Hallucinations

Hallucinations in the sound of the wind and the doors of our favorite place; Sounds in the woods and the roar of the waves, all I see is your face; The carnival ride of a head trip clouding my cheeks and flushing my thoughts, focused on this altered state of mind drawn in by the euphoria of hallucinations; The clarity in the dark of this vision sometimes you don’t need to know; Your heartbeat is louder than words; The soundtrack to these hallucinations.