a dense smoke has settled general malaise of zero visibility basic thoughts even seem cloaked at least those of any meaning it’s hard finding any clarity when everything is burning
I'm sorry if I hurt you It's just so many things not to say, not to do so many rules, taboos it's difficult for me too picking up all these cues filtering, to find the real you
my mind empties drifting upon cosmic waves taking me to galaxies spinning light all around but with no destination as just floating along time stands still