Things with meaning,
Things with memories.
Fantasies with feelings,
Dreams with hallucinations,
The creepy figures in the shadow.
Not dark, visions of the other side.
When I step out of my physical form.
When from reality I'm torn,
Driving through the galaxy.
Space ships,
Time ships.
When I draw the future,
The days I smile.
The days normal feels okay,
Worth living for, they say.
Turn up the party,
360, the cosmos speaking to me,
Mr rager.
When I fight the anger inside of me.
When I fit in a little,
They see a shade of me.
Parts me,
I hide most of me,
But that's another story.
Today am happy,
The sadness is gone.
The anxiety is calm.
The party is turned on,
I see love in a minute.
Galactic flow,
I want to ride that wave.
Feel the flow,
I want to feel good,
Set the mood.
I can touch the air,
My vision is blurred.
This is what I want.
Minutes of escape,
The night drive,
With the bass drive.
Down my bones,
I feel my soul moving.
Through unconsciousness I walk,
New language I speak,
Of the energy flow.
With the touch of heaven,
Out of this world you can say.
Let me fight my fright,
Of losing myself to the night.
The devil waiting for my fall,
Well, that might take longer.
I am on a mission to find peace.
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THE WILLOW TREE
PoetryIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
