LSD.
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read
How many days does a week has?
My hands look blue and funny, is my soul blue as well?
Weird thoughts going around with the wind, not enough life or air in my lungs.
Why am I shaking so bad? I can hardly write.
Tick-Toc.
This whole blue thing feels strangely peaceful, it’s like being at the sea, right in the middle of nowhere, slowly reaching the bottom.
There’s no such thing as “Nowhere”, sadly, you’re always somewhere, there’s no hiding.
I wish I was home.
