UNAMPLIFIED

It is reflective.  You'd find yourself stationary, reflectionary.  More like mirrors than walls.  Your thoughts arrive more like dragonflies than butterflies.  Your thoughts coming out of your pores, vapors steaming hot like lava out of you.  You resist and you had to be rocked to put you into submission to let it go.  Like the gas from your system,  prrrrt.  prrrrrropooooot,  hahahaha.

It needs a push, a rub or you might find yourself in pain.  Your circulatories gyrate around you and another will find himself more of an avid listener around you.  Your ears ringing like radio, antenna-like, you had to probe along.  It's physical, mental, psychological.  Like the moon yesternight you were dumbfounded, like a camera that zooms in and out of your life.  

And you find the others too, also dumbfounded.  Guests all around like ghosts from the past, feeling crowded in a spacious room.  The distant neighborly chair somebody moved that sounded more like a fart than a drag.  And you wondered why you never heard yourself moaned or snore in bed.  

You worked your way out of it.  Some dramatically, somehow intelligibly.  It's embarrassing you thought.  I had to break out, you say.  I have to run.  Hahaha.  out of my room, my house, my city, my country,  Hahaha.  And into the woods, you'd find yourself free from troubles momentarily.  At the beach, where the winds will blowhard.  Underwater where only fishes may find you.  Swim or surf on, wade along and strike along like flying.  And then you come out and go underwater again. Breathe in and breathe out.  Deeper, further,  forward and couth.  March and back.  Haha.