fluttering thoughts {not poetry mind you

Running, keep running and it will go away.
Pinch, Pinch, Pinch.

Where are they going?
Where are they going?
Where are they going?
Where are we going?
Can I come along?
....No.

This moment alone, the cold, the night sky and everyone looking down upon me = Real
Why do we need hell when life itself is suffering.
This isn't a question...


and overall could not decipher whether or not it was previous intoxications or my head is spinning from not getting enough....substances. (There I go again, make believing)

Sex, drugs, and rock & roll- now I get the cliche..
keep me from _ _ _ _ _ _.


{probably the most I will ever open up despite how discreet I am, it's a puzzle put the pieces together we're all mad, we all belong an an asylum, I swear. I realized this late last night when my mind was eating away my life.