Illusions of a Detox

There I am
In this lovely haze of lemon and fresh ginger
seeing things because I am empty.
That little flash in the corner
is
a dog.
I thought it was a dog. But it flew into my eye so maybe it was just _.
So tired too that it's easier to be a misfit and lie
in bed with more ginger.
Talking but not recognising the words that are coming out. They are a puzzle.
A puzzle that even me in my empty world can't work out. Maybe the noise is flying around too, into my ears, my eyes, my cup.
Endless sodding cups.
And then to go so erratic, trying to breathe but all of them hyper, and then I was smiling in my empty side. Smiling that I was doing this to try and feel better, and laughing to myself that I was seeing imaginary puppies.

Blinking twice as much, because it was only then that I realised the ground I had been walking on was flowers.

Please

Let me be. Let me ask.
Alright?
We want bizarre, not crazy.
So be with me.

Even though you have different coloured eyes,
I can still see him through you.

Strange in a good way

I have such a great thrilling happy.

William, it was really nothing.

So, he left.
He's set himself on fire,
burning those bridges so that
no-one can follow him.
It's like Jumanji, but a bit more
Hoxton Square.
(Can you fight crocodiles in a Tweed?)
So, he's gone.
...because to him it was the only way of saving his ability to love again, to stop him looking like a ghost, to get colour back, to respect.

You there!
With your funny little á's and ř's,
and your 'yes's being 'no's,
and that girl's mASSIVE hat -

Can you stop putting sugar
in my coffee?

Or is that Me there?
swapping č's for ç's...
and oh! It's no wonder I'm getting lost...