I don’t know the difference between being chased by a bear and THE THINGS THAT I LOST HERE THE PEOPLE I KNEW THEY GOT ME SURROUNDED FOR A MILE OR TWO LEFT AT THE GRAVEYARD IM DRIVING PAST GHOSTS THEIR ARMS ARE EXTENDED MY EYES START TO CLOSE
i dream of cracking locks
throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks
crashing into him tonight he’s a paradox
i’m seeing visions,
am i mad? or bad? or wise?