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Everything is so upside down
I feel as if my ceiling is my floor.
I flipped everything around
this isn't no merry go round.
I feel so sea sick.
Its my stomach cringing and crying
telling me to just stop and make things go back.
Back to what?

three months ago I was looking out a hotel window
wishing i would have never have ran away from emotions
for they caught up with me. as I felt my stomach hit the floor.
because I was wasting life snorting white powder off the floor.
when did I become so soft. where something so small triggers the same feeling.
Its indescribable I don't understand. I try to make sense of this
but nothing comes to me. Just absent minded the opposite of an epiphany

I feel as if I am living my life backwards.
Everything is in black and white.
nothing but outlines and simple structures of pictures
yet no accent or colors to give it much life.
I am honestly missing something. I hope I don't need to travel back
to try and find the missing product. its probably forever lost with the wasted time.
I am not sure why I fold over and collapse into myself over the smallest things.
normal tasks and easy routines are things I cannot hold for very long
before I give under pressure and just fall to the floor

Am I abnormal? broken and just lesser than a majority of people
or am I just really to complex to really grasp the simple things I lust
I have so many theories and all of them see to apply to my feelings
to why things have taken this course.
I walked alone too many miles in this part of life. strangers come and go
yet the company is short and often just a taste of a true connection
I am in search of some type of connection
but my wires and extensions seem to be frayed and not adaptable
to many peoples interests or intentions
Its a path I hobble on just looking at the scenery
when sometimes I wish before bed.
I wish I knew more people from the inside out
than just me.