Tufts of fairy floss lost in the boy blue

Tufts of fairy floss lost in the boy blue of the upwards ocean.
The artificial angels grip our hands to hook us to the ground.
I often forget there are stars in the sky
Hook us to the reality of what we breathe.
Breathe with a luminous glow and float away.
I plug myself in, drifting away from the now, and lose myself in the what if.
Surging away while floating on sound, pulsing around us.
The lights leak together, as if streams of a luminous river.
The smells of rice and spice merge with the tang of bitter coffee, lacking the sugar the customer so desperately wanted.
Engulfed in light, it glows.
The cold of the concrete bubbles as the suns cloth.