Every time I thought as though my brain was shutting down I would spring right back up and all would be yellow and dizzy again.  My blood felt like toothpaste and I was sure that there were microscopic bees in the air, or maybe coated on the surface of my eyes.  Something blurring everything.  I’d capture such a significant thought.  And then lose it somewhere, into space.  Frozen in porcelain time.  When I closed my eyes it felt as though I was being cradled inside a music box.  Mermaids and ghosts would sing through oceans of wood chips and pearls.  Almost rhythmically and instinctively, my body would rock back and forth.  Hypnotized.