"Our bodies were wrapped in the desert sand 
as we prepared for our journey across the red dream land
 ~ time was collapsing and our eyes were wild, 
our hearts were racing, 
chasing our inner child."

Constate states of dreaming

they called me a whirlwind
of tragedy and affliction,
a life controlled by suicide and addiction.
a corrupted mind plagued 
with over-reliance and self-doubt
and that kind of self-destruction
the doctors have warned you about.
a constate state of numbness
the kind of sadness you don't see
all i wish for is what i will never have:
some sort of stability