I came home and lie on my sofa and for some reason saw something so other-worldly, like minute, like it wasn't even real, things I've thought I've seen, that just was there, kinda like the other-worldly noises, a line of like a whisp of air, like of the weather like it had sucked out of me and traveled, like after some disturbing thought to do with Ellen DeGeneres torturing me.
And that's not how you spell wisp...
And that's not how you spell wisp...