encased.

when i awake i'll be blind? i'll lay here encased shaping clouds.. in my mind (in my mind, in my mind...). 
in my mind i sit collecting not thoughts, but an earnest desire to stay in this home i've replaced with reason. i've missed these stairs so much to the point where i've tripped at least eight times since i've arrived. restless pacing on tranquil flooring should become a thing of the past- but in turn.. i can see the grey area as clear as the the whites of my eyes in the crystalline pool at my feet. it's drowning me, i am conscious, i am sinking. i cannot feel my fingertips underwater, so how am i expected to?