Drafted 0300 26 April

Its still strikes me as amazing the spread of hallucinations and visions thats haunt you as you lay in bed, your sweat soaked body half spent with exhaustion from fighting the fever that wracks him from head to toe. In those times you call out and voices answer you, voices that ring loud with the clarity of authority seeking to wake you from your drug induced delirium (overdose of panadol perhaps?) But soon those voices disappear, their humming notes of disapproval ringing clear. But others soon follow, hoping to push their luck perhaps? Sweet, sweet voices with the lightest of touches, their wings making pattery sounds as they brush alongside you, hovering and ever circling as they implore you to play with them. There are others too of course, but the memory of their existence fades away as fast as they appear. Did they come with good intentions as well? I remember not , but as i lay listening to them, in those times i truly felt no pain, believing myself free of this cursed earth with my head sitting firmly in the clouds.