I swallow pills just as good as they swallow me

"Let’s go out. Stood alone on the street. I really thought that it would be refreshing. I really thought that I could shape the situation. But the situation didn’t want to shape after me. Unconscious dream state. I couldn’t breathe. Didn’t hear a word of what he said. Just noise, empty phonetics. I'm making up my own dialogue.

1 comment:

  1. This reminds me of a xanax haze. People talk but all you can hear is the slow beat of your heart and your motionless breaths. xx