Yea Well
These four walls are beginning to consume me. My heart is coinciding with the weather and becoming gloomy. Inch by inch, they begin to cave in. Losing myself in my own misery, forbidding any sense of warming. People, you can look the other way, I can careless for contact, not today. You can’t make anything better, as much as you’d like to. I’m not three, I don’t need the sugar coated lies to make me feel free. I need the bare truth to feel true. At any given expense it’s better to hurt than to “recover” in an unresolved mess of hope. You can only have so much faith, until you fuck it all and smoke right through an eighth. Expanding your mind, some need advice, others just need an outer body experience to see through their third eye. See not everything is crystal clear, but it does not mean that we should panic and run to others in fear. But anyway, tomorrow is a different day.
