there was a mental breakdown or a message from the gods…
they were fighting for you, but who?
two wars, two won. don’t hate but date?
the messages are done… no longer sung and I wonder if it isn’t these pills they have me on. And should I quit them? what am i missing..
true, I see someone new in my dreams now and I miss him more than I’ve ever missed anyone, but he doesn’t know. it doesn’t show… I’m shy and can’t confide in the right. all congested inside. chemical cocktail for the nocturnal.
i struggle in the fight. come find me.
