Prompt: it’s a wonderful day for some mayhem
Floating like smoke
Each time she tried to grasp at it,
it would slip through her fingers.
Each time she tried to concentrate,
it would wisp away.
Hundreds of thousands of dreams,
Dancing before her eyes
Out of control
There’s something there
But it’s nothing at all
Impossible to describe
Appears to others
On the surface
A thousand atoms collide