I've read so many things to try to comprehend the way I'm feeling. Years of research. Decades of those prior to me. This extraterrestrial rush of chemicals flowing from different parts of my brain It doesn't feel right. I hate it. I am concrete. Earth. Grounded. Why must these things keep trying to pull me away from the soil in which I was born from and will return to? From dust to dust. Ashes to ashes. I can't fall down.
Everything is ephemeral. Me. These figments of my imagination that claw away at me. These thoughts that keep whirring, grinding the gears inside the factories polluting even the most miniscule crevices of my mind. But this is slowly warping my earth My dust My ashes To mud. Water. Air. The molecules change. Atoms vibrate sporadically.