A green room.
Always on an adventure to alleviate a pain no longer attacking
You’re standing there
In a green room with too much air to breathe.
A shiny doorknob that opens to a world you created
With friends from a beam of sunlight through your hand
And you’re dancing in rhythm to a music only you can hear.
The vast ocean whose waves hit the against the window
You water some flowers drop by drop
Making sure it won’t overflow.
But what if you slip and it grows way too high?
What if the small dandelion becomes a tree reaching the angry sky?
You’d have to burn again
And you’d try to kill the blaze
With all the water you can find.
But don’t look at the window
There’s an other shiny doorknob untouched
You don’t know where to go
But have you ever felt the cold metal on your hand?
What if on the other side there are people that care?
And here you’re in this world you built for yourself
Where maybe it’s not good for you
Getting used to having so much air.
From your hands the lightning
Runs through your whole body
Today floating inside the storm
You love being struck by disaster.
It seems like you’ve found happiness
In the dimming of light
In the brightness of the night
Warmth in the bitter cold
Order in chaos
A sweet psychosis.
Rain on your taste buds
Enjoy the cruelty of the world
Dried wine on your lips
Love the light liquor of the loneliness you hurled.
Today you drown yourself in a sea of chaos
To feel the current whisk you away
The fresher air feel your lungs
And you feast on your own bullshit.
Doesn’t it taste so sweet?
It will all go wrong and you love it
You feel alive like there’s no defeat.
A human being that found happiness
Within a sweet psychosis
It does sound perfect
Almost too extreme, don’t you think?
A droplet in a glass.
Pixie dust that makes you fly away.
Once and it is such a blast
The colorful landscape on this getaway.
Twice and you share the colors
You don’t care if the world ends
Now you have tasted all its flavors.
And a third one hidden under the sink
You have your own dreams
No worries it won’t play the trick
It lifts you to your own cloud with its magic beams.
A brooke flowing down to the river.
And every week you wait for the moment when
You’ll feed the seed on the palm of your hand
A flower grows inside your head
Makes your mind murder the many monsters, for a moment it might.
Every night you see in red,
In white or pink and you fall on your bed.
The candy makes its sound soft
Until you’re tired of hearing it on repeat.
A downpour over your head.
It never stops, it never ends
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
Everyday, the little fairy will follow
And bring its fairy friends to watch that stupid show
Where you have too much water to grow.
You throw up a rainbow
And pass out under a cloudy sky
Waiting for the rainfall on the day that will follow.
A tidal wave.
There’s too much juice in your brain
Too much air in your lungs
Too many seeds that grow in vain.
You don’t see it
Everyone thinks you can control it.
You now lost yourself in this wonderful haven
But the window has broken.
Where does this story go?
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