words me.. not me.. her but almost me. its the spaces inbetween again that keep catching me up. sitting back on the bed staring at the wall thats in the same place it always is.. framing the doorway that when laying sideways makes me think of light greens and photo shoots in mexico or some place with sand.. and that space fades from now to that place as your brain slowly disconnects and you dont feel anything.. you dont exist anywhere. theres just space and its refreshing because its not you and anger and crowds of people who dont care where you were last night.. and its not feelings that cant / shouldnt happen because its not in your backyard.. its nothing . its space. its freedom the great void and a deep breath takes it all away and youre back in the same spot with the same wall..and two seconds closer to enlightenment and one step back from reality. and its all my secret. mine and no one else. |