shanice
Substitutions, replace a truth, a chain of truths. It streams out, too late to stop. Nonsensical. I mentally slap myself, but its obviously irretrievable. Consequences I know not in the short.
I see them float away, and then drift towards the glistening face of the rough, course sea water. It hadn't occurred to me why I was looking at them. How I noticed them. A speck in the sky. Oh wait, they're coloured birds. My eyes hurt from staring so long. I shut them, the searing pain creeping away through the cracks of my sore eyelids.
round
rubbery feel to it
colourful
boom!
burst
many
floating
thin
purple
airy
fly
squeaky sound
voice distortions
smooth