2-2-16
These days are fusing together,
Melting like their crayola crayons.
Any concept of
Time,
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Was dropped along the way somewhere.

My head feels kind of blurry,
And everything is running in slow motion,
Except for me.
I feel like the thoughts in my head are those Tumblr gifs of all the cars passing by with their headlights, sped up by about 10 times.

Some part of me is healed
When the music starts,
Something within me begs to contradict how heavy and hazy I feel.
It's all just heavy and hazy.
Sentences start to make as much sense as why I'm not helping myself here.

My eyes take a minute to adjust,
And it feels like I'm looking through the lens of a camera as everything slowly comes back into focus.

God, I just need sleep.
- (m.m)