My life was on
an upward climb
for a good long while,
and I would spend
my nights inside
the crevices of my
hyperactive mind,
rich with thc
and departed far
from reality and
this was not stable.
To be so consumed
with a limited array
of things and thoughts
provided for a curious
yet cramped labyrinth
that eventually had a
jolting end, an end
that I didn’t want to
face or see because
I was comfortable
and change was scary.
it’s been ten months
since the day i died
inside my head,
dead, once i’d explored
it all, and time has allowed
me to see past the allure
and understand that
I was living in monochrome,
not full color.