upside-down, backwards, motionless blur.
you've been walking upside-down inside of an glass container, spindling backwards, motionless.
the world becomes a lagging blur. thoughts become meaningless and trivial. gravity is once again, a thing of the past, in all of its meanings. the stars are like a million eyes judging you directly. nothing you can do will be right to everyone you know. nothing you can make can be loved by everyone. you brain becomes mush and your head begins to cave in. this may be art to some but to others your nothing more than a joke, a has been. your limbs become magnetic roots, dragging you closer to your grave. its too late to save yourself, so now its time to wait your turn.
the world becomes a lagging blur. thoughts become meaningless and trivial. gravity is once again, a thing of the past, in all of its meanings. the stars are like a million eyes judging you directly. nothing you can do will be right to everyone you know. nothing you can make can be loved by everyone. you brain becomes mush and your head begins to cave in. this may be art to some but to others your nothing more than a joke, a has been. your limbs become magnetic roots, dragging you closer to your grave. its too late to save yourself, so now its time to wait your turn.