Where did this miserable state come from?
What happened to 'not giving a shit'?
Walking into the steep pitch black
With my night-time, sky-high friends
The big dipper with his seven eyes looking down
Seven friends in an everlasting saucepan
Talking to voices in cars i can't see
Relaxed, after five sticks of nicotine ecstasy
I wander past 'Our Winds' and techno rave pyramid
The old guy's a weirdo
Sparks from beneath my shoe momentarily illuminate the dirt
Where is he, who i cannot find?
What happened to playing with my crazy creature and three hours tunring into Thirty-six?
This return to normality is not normal for me














Comments
i lke it tho, nice one
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wasted little DJ's
i wanna write something! lol fantastical stuff honey x
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passion creates possibility
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