sliding down my globe

[crwydro]

My eyes have burst, my stomach has rejected all that is considered nourishment. I see the mosaic off all the sights that the bits of my eyes looking in all directions. My blood runs in thick chunks blotching in my skin. My hands take turns poking them, playing a little game.
It is too loud here to concentrate, I feel like I am going to puke all the time. Funny I am happy, happier here than I have been, but it is cold so cold,