floating in an uncertain state of flux
as my mind runs away from my body
disconnected
my eyes glazed over
behind them a kaleidoscope of vibrant, unrecognizable thoughts and patterns and colours and dreams
an invisible force forms between me and others
repelling me
forcing me into my own self indulgent solitude
where i spend a lot of my time
writing formulaic poems
that are finely disguised, wrapped in a facade of intuition and creativity
but are mainly the generic product of drugs and built on typical teenage non-conformity