Fogged

Upon seeing the snow falling and with the onset of a migraine:

Fogged

Thick chunky wet flakes of snow are falling outside my window. 
Suppressing repressing expressing my minds flow.
Squashed to the size of a gnats toe.
I need to grow.
Stretching
changing position standing fetching
my mind from the distant place vocals sing
a thread is caught I twist unwind the string
no longer bound my mind sounds and sees beyond nothing