Out of sight out of mind
Close the door out of line
Why did you say that
What the fuck that’s not nice
That’s not the way u treat guys
That’s a good joke
You’re joking right
Hahahaha wait is it a joke
Or was it what I just said
Am I wrong or is this in my head
I can’t take in all the things
What have I just read?
My thoughts as I go to bed
Just writting about how I feel
When a situation feels unreal
Is it what I felt or what I feel
Do I know this is my own skin
Or does it just feel like a different body I’m living in
Is it the drugs, the weed, the alcohol
That’s making me feel like I’m out of it all
Out of my mind
Im going insane
Feeling like a fucking video game
Feeling like I’ve got to control
Every little inch
Whack a mole
Whack me out
of this skitz life
Im thinking about
Tag: drugs
My trip
Colors intertwine
Sending shivers down my spine
But my body is twisting and shaping itself
Becoming part of this reality
Where colors shine
And plastic leaves grow and wind
And people leave trails of themselves in different lives
The floor isn’t solid or liquid
Its on a fine line
Where there is movement but stability
And the room breathes with me
Extending the walls which then collapse
And wooden beams break up the space
Into different worlds
And let me go there again
But just a little less, just in case.
Taylor
