nocturnally

In that single moment you are completely and perfectly there, dumbfound.

Of being mediocre

Mental illness is a unnatural response to a situation; illogical. It does not make sense for people to ask “Why are you feeling …?” because there is literally no reason to why you are sad/experiencing such sadness when you have depression, stress with anxiety, mood swings with bipolar, etc etc.

Every breath

It’s so passive that when people fall in love they make fun of all of the other persons flaws without risking any hurt feelings.

I just turned looked towards the window and all the crickets stopped as if they were talking about me.

What if our universe is just the seed of a dragon fruit inside of a universe the size of a dragon fruit seed.

It feels like it takes a minute to kick in. Everything starts to get fuzzy and loud but also quiet. It grows slowly but exponentially into a hell of unreality. It’s as if my mind is fully aware in a bubble watching as I go into a panic attack where I am fully aware of all of my emotions. At this point life is not real. It is a jumble of panic and terror and stress. I’m floating in a sea of my thoughts. The come down is almost calming but there’s a headache which is killer. I don’t hate it. I’m just high.