you ran away down that gravel road of fear,
and i chased after you barefooted,
my heart pouring through my begging lips.

i was going to bring you home to me.
then you got high and flew right up there into the universe.
so i got high too, but it just sent me down a cliff.
and now im stuck here, hung over, picking rock pieces out of my feet.

waiting for you to leave your utopia, and save me from myself.

quietly i slipped into cheap 100 thread count sheets on a bed i knew nothing about.
and through all the itchiness, i could feel my blood pushing itself through my veins. through every inch of them. it would start in my heart and pulsate throughout my entire body; arms, legs, brain, neck, shoulders, toes. i contemplated the ups and downs and decided that this strange bed was a raft. i contemplated more, and decided i was unstable. i pushed myself to accept that i wasn't firmly planted, and i wished someone would turn on the gravity and pull me back onto shore. but i just floated away, and expected to stay lost in my dreams forever.

for a moment i saw myself from the clouds point of view.
and i wasn't sitting, but spinning around in circles.
flinging myself out of conrol.
trying to make by body feel as dizzy as my mind.