antipunk

Stabing away at myself life fades into a lucid haze.
"What did you say? I thought you said ... "

Nothing because no one is here and I'm talking to myself in a garage...

Am I sleeping? Am I awake? Where am I ? Who's thoughts are these?

"Why is she picking folders up off the floor?"

oh... shes not...I'm dreaming again...

I feel like here is bleeding into there and there is mimicing here...

To many thoughts...