you think with your head above the
fifth dimension, with your pretty little
body standing five feet five on the first.
your head is your biggest manipulator.
and the third planet is your realm.
you don't know what's real,
you don't know what's happening,
you don't know what makes sense,
you don't know what's coming
you just wish you'd be able to breath.
just once. just this time. you could
feel the anticipation bashing your
heart and your sanity running
from the dirt of your fingertips.
you are misunderstood
when you say the silence of
the room is sometimes loud
and the panic is driving you
beyond your control. there are
feelings in your stomach; fabricated
by the lies in your head.
you always tell yourself
it'll be over
but it comes back
again, and again
