Frangrants of my imagination

Pieces, small little pieces.
With me, in my mind.
Microcystal of time.
Ticking away like time.

Mirrored backward.
Fragments scented with dust.
Shinning blue in the desert.
Thirsty like winters rain.

Blowing like flickers of lightning.
Sometimes they come back.
The wooden toys.
The fake glare.
Am here now.
Thats all that matters.