Waves of joy are drifting through my open mind...
Waves, of love or smiles.
Waves, of passion or kisses.
Waves, of feeling.
Though they are swirling in my mind, they touch nothing and leave nothing except for the knowledge of their once overbearing presence. Leaving me feckless, nomadic and despondent. Though I feel all three, I truly know none. I truly feel none.
Get out of jail for free.
My open mind just hurts me, conflicting me to my essence. Stirring me, jumbling me so violently and scrambling everything I have experienced.
I have come to find straight eight, negates.
My mind is infected.
Waves, of passion or kisses.
Waves, of feeling.
Though they are swirling in my mind, they touch nothing and leave nothing except for the knowledge of their once overbearing presence. Leaving me feckless, nomadic and despondent. Though I feel all three, I truly know none. I truly feel none.
Get out of jail for free.
My open mind just hurts me, conflicting me to my essence. Stirring me, jumbling me so violently and scrambling everything I have experienced.
I have come to find straight eight, negates.
My mind is infected.