Time taught me how to see every second as heaven even though they’re perfectly disguised as hell. I refuse to let past bruises cover the light. It ain’t all good, but it’s all good enough so I know I’m alright. Agony is truth: it’s our connection to the living. I accept it as perfection and keep on existing in the now.
It’s amazing how many drugs you find out you actually do, once you stop doing drugs. You know, you quit eating acid and downing pills, but you still indulge in food, sex, and six billion other nouns that bury away your so called “overall” addiction.
I see the hurt when I look into your eyes, how you struggle to hold it and keep it bundled inside, it drives a dull blade deep in my heart it makes me wanna cry, so I offer you a hand to help you wash away the rainy skies
You study east and western philosophy, psychology, physics,
You think a lot more, and start to question existence.
You wonder about your nervous system’s limits,
You tamper with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic induced
“Who am I’s? What am I? Am I forever?”