vertigo / disembodiment

wysteria

for a flash my arteries bore the burden of roads and it shocked me up into a cloud. noise became dispersed but the city smog was still infused into my muscle memory. think i fabricated wind cadences and held onto them for omens. treated the night sky as my tarot deck and it tickled my brain into making music. sometimes the hungriest side of me jams needles right through to the marrow and today i'm sucking all of it up to get a real sense of emptiness. the depression is bone-deep and i think my spine's already marinated. i need to step out of myself for electricity but i've assigned the first inkling of sustenance a butterfly cadence and now it's too ethereal for me to not pool around. the overload makes things tart but i don't really feel that way. think my phantom ear's growing blunt because karma's got my back.