TooLateI'mDriftingAway
Your music corresponds to the movement, to the place, to the picture. Subject: Paranoia. Problem: Not having one. Solution: Self made chaos. My eyes are bright red; amount of saliva in my mouth has reached a deathly dehydration limit. I want to feel ice cold water washing my eyes to white again; I want it to drown out the problems, make little light bubbles while creating tiny white lies; “everything is going to be alright”. Baths become a movement closer, to letting yourself just drown. Problem: Katie almost did. Solution: Being rescued by a dream, a memory from a happy place, yet just a figment of my imagination. Saviors come in all different shapes and sizes. Words that become the pinnacle of praise, people who become a reason to believe again. Lying in an ice cold bathtub was a perfect way to envision heaven. There are shinning lights above water while you’re staring up from underneath it. It’s like being in an ocean, witnessing greatness, discovering rays of sunlight casing flares of blinding brilliance to widen pupils of burning infliction. Hurting doesn’t matter when sharp thin needles are bleeding out your harsh reality. It’s like vacation to a far away cloud, its weakened paranoia when fear has shattered. It’s beauty when big pictures are built. I’m just comprehension of world’s worst and greatest experiences, this perception says: It’s a death and a resurrection. Dare to take your chances, self conscious falling into dreams, flushing sleepless nights and unwanted nightmares away. It’s everything I could ever want, ever need. It’s the problem, and the solution.
Oh Ophelia, where art thou? It’s like a piece of your despair has coveted my soul, as if you’re within me, the beautiful and chilling suicide dancing in my mind; sending brain waves that will always make my decisions contradicting. I am paranoid. Last breathes that create flowing bubbles of the last song, music to the heart. A pale cold face in the dark, you are just the words that have contradicted me, you are just the savior that has chosen to forsaken me. A small masterpiece of art lost in the ocean.