I stare blankly until all goes grainy.
The buildings spin and mesh becoming single,
a faint halo lingers around them,
colors almost a brilliant pale
on this somber Sunday.

Smoke enters my eye, I blink and focus,
returning to reality once again.
A truth of which I despise,
this place...these feelings.
For a moment I was swept away,
under the carpet, hush hush.

An instant too quick to hold onto,
slipping delicately between my icy fingers.
Lost in grey matter,
never to be reached again.

Call my name, watch my response.
There is none.
Gone as swift as I come,
I am foreign to you.