Disengaged

Blue, and I’m falling,
crying as sparrows do;
silently dying
in a puddle of rain.
Imagine I’m brilliant.
Conjure me pretty.
Build me some friends
out of play-doh and paint.
I catch myself sleeping,
crouched in my corner;
the friends in my head
simmered down for awhile.
The storm fills my mind,
my soul for a flower;
it smells like a sneeze,
so I’ll cover my nose.