Lawrence_Oleander

I need to see the River once more

It's 5am for me right now and the skies already reaching it's point to my slumber.
          I've seen things that bring a sense of continuity within the wet surface.
          I felt at peace as the water drowned out the voices echoing out inside my head.

Learning sum poetry or.. I dunno
          
          I trace my hand along the thin walls within the chambers. I was in dismay as I threw myself around as if I was a threat in societies eyes. A way to cope as I trailed along the paint, every breath I took heavily inflicted my thinking. I needed to escape. Desperate from thus reality as I've been getting closer to the warmth entry I call the River

I feel so cold, like everything around the warmth in my room has grown to forgotten my mere existence as I lie in my floorboards. I wake to my everyday life as if I have something worth living for but in reality the sheer thought of existence fades away into a dark pit that consumes my mind.

Sorry..

The streets are all violent, with murderous excitement.
          The hunter and the prey are dancing everyday.
          The Waltzing gibberish where intake becomes outlandish I'm in a bad way every passing day.

I wanna eat marijuana

Chamomile is the only thing that can help me go through my days

Totally forgot about this, I was occupied with things sorry for the wait

I had to get up early today, hate the sun. I got groceries this time, Hoping these things don't rot too quickly...