benevolent headaches rattle my brains
criss crossing with the old times
mixing alcoholic drinks with esctasy pills
reaching back through time to save myself
to love myself
away from cuts and bruises just to feel alive
to feel real because this life is multiple realms,
dimensions all at once,
infinite universes and the now
is based on decision which is always changing
never at a constent
and I grow restless in the present
with time that I can wrap around my hands
The air is thick outside
it suffocates my lungs when I run
the air is moist around my head
causing aches on my temples
i look inward for adventure
seek the spirit that I lose every time I reminsce
but still, I can't find where it is.