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I woke up and my reality seemed very unusual, for some reason everything was off or maybe backwards... I can’t quite figure any of this out.

I don’t know where I am, why I’m here wait

Where the fuck am I going ? I feel my heartbeat in the tips of toes ...am I even really awake , my twisted thoughts and this terrible place seem like my night terrors. Its dark I have little vision, this feels terribly familiar. I squint my eyes real small an try make out my surroundings.

The sun starts to rise from behind me peaking his rays over the big cedars.

I was wondering around by my lonesome in an open field near the Forrest , the fog so thick I can barley see i front of me.

I feel like I’m walking around with a blindfold on; aimlessly going about my misery in this lost place inside my head.

A place where it’s just the trees ,and gray gloomy skies .

I know it’s hard to see but follow me let my foot steps guide you through the depths of this dark wood and Into my hollow heart. An escape within this dimension and the door lies within my soul.

Here’s the key

Neverland where I feel little to nothing,

Sometimes It feels more of a daze then a day

Like a light fog over my vision

The colors so vivid with a bit of a blur it’s bright so beautiful ;tho you are blinded and can’t make things out , none of that matters.

I feel like I’m dreaming or maybe I’m just delirious.... i don’t know anymore.

I spark my blunt and the fire from the flame was like a baptism of light and something instantly warmed my soul. I felt the sweet cbd soothe my senses an i Watched the smoke rise as my spirit did.

Swept to the side by a breeze and i realized how envious I am of the wind an her freedom.

She said I’d be as free as her soon and to sleep tight. Insomnia sweeps me off my feet each night saving me from my nightmares , Instead i meet with mother moon who tells me stories of different dimensions till I doze off .

I woke up and was washed out with my reality, the Raines poor heavy on me Reminding me of everything I don’t wannna remember. Shivers rush through me and I feel like running but I don’t

All I know is I feel Father sun beating on my Fucking back and he’s starting to blind me.

He said my future is rather bright

The sun rays hitting the trees and peaking through on this open field made the golden coat he wore so full and shiny. The moment I saw this beautiful horned fluffy cow I felt my soul scream.

I stepped closer to this massive creature ; and he stepped closer to me. His nose and the tips of my fingers connected.

This place that haunts me of a broken childhood and a cold heart is strangly the place where I feel most at ease. My heart is a little less hallow here as i have grown older and ventured off and experienced new ways to wake up everyday.

This place so raw and so simple. Where material is only what your clothes are made of not a lifestyle , yet so rich in beauty that it’s almost forgotten. Most minds here are on a level of unconsciousness that they don’t get to experience the sober sunsets that fill the tree line with crimson reds and pinks so soft you feel like you could just float away.

My depression has me hiding at home while im trapped in my head, which sounds like an echoing auditorium of anxiety. some days it is as small as a prick from a pine, others it is as massive as the tree the pine fell from. I like to hide those days. I mean I could go out see some friends , distract myself ;but even in a room full of conversation and laughter Ive never felt so alone. I rather sleep I say. insomnia sweeps me off my feet each night making the moon my perfect company.I cant sleep. what is sleep? sleep is a love ill always admire from afar. when I feel it slowly approaching and lids of my eyes get heavy when all of a sudden my eyes widen & my heart drops to my twisted stomach while I dread even having to turn off the annoying reminder of my reality. they ask why are you always late ? I could say anything , but really its because I cannot get out of bed. I lay there contemplating , I can think of a million and one reasons why to stay warm in my bed. and not one to get up for the repetitive routine takes to even survive this ruckus I call life.i force every fiber of my being to get out of bed each day . and I keep it pushing . for what though? to live? is this even living? I feel the stress disintegrating me slowly & the limpness of my almost lifeless body fighting everyday with the innocence of a fake sweet smile. I feel my insides screaming while I stay silent. sometimes I get so lonely I rather die , is this a fucking joke or is this what we call being alive.

Kawaii ass bitch,

let's cut to the chance

Louie on my wrist,

Yeah tattoos on my face

Big ol eyes look like an anime

I be smokin big blunts all day

Like MENCHi kun all my shits gourmet

A hunter no I do not need to be tamed

If you have no paper I have no time today

So really get the fuck away

That’s all I have to say.

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