My place to escape

 
There is a place where i escape everyday.
I meet there strange creatures.
I depict them by myself.
They are made of ashes, of rust I find out.
Mixing them with sparkles of feelings.
I add drops of essential formula of visual chaos.
It is made of shapes, angles, compounds and sounds.
Everything caught inside my head,
They change every day.
They wear different colors, fabrics and shapes
Sometimes their speed overcomes me.
All i can do is let go!
As their play drags me.
Never knowing what will be next?