between the effects of coffee and alcohol
its like all my energy has cooled. the molecules have slowed down and are trying to speed up. i feel them running into each other but they have nowhere to go. confined within my balloon of a body, the only sign of disorder is my vacant stare and trembling fingers. my thoughts are running through cement and my tongue is as heavy as lead. i see you all out there but this might as well be a dream. ive got so much to say, the words are uncomfortably filling up my mouth but i cant pry open my lips. i have no release. i have butterflies.