Delirious

Colors bleed, a watercolor world gone wrong. The clock melts, numbers dripping, time has no meaning here. Voices echo, familiar yet foreign, a chorus of whispers in a crowded room where I am the only one. Shapes shift, faces morph, a parade of the uncanny. Reality a frayed thread, unraveling at my fingertips. A fever dream, a waking nightmare, searching for the shore of solid ground. Is this real? Am I real? A question lost in the swirling chaos.