…Into the mind of an addict…like jumping into the rabbit hole, you never know where the ground will be. Addictions come in so many forms (you funny creature you) I have lost my mind, and found it in the eyes of a beautiful disaster…the eyes I knew would change my life, wrap me in a storm and throw me overboard to swim alone.
I always thought I would go wherever the wind would take me, which was wrong for I found the wind to be a lot heavier than the dirt. In the dirt I could bury myself and be invisible to those around me. They would look and look for what they thought was me, only the find the set casting of my shell. I was already gone, spinning in my sphere while the ground dropped from beneath me. My addictions less conventional than the common, my story widely misunderstood. See I’m not the previously labeled self absorbed sociopath, I’m much…much worse.
To dive into my mind is to dive into what your parents feared most for you. Were stuck in a world where everything in franchised everything is bigger the better (including the people) I mean really have you stopped and look at every 3rd person that walks down the street…the big person makes the smallest track.
Life is about changing and rearranging your soul your life even your underwear. I’m infiltrating your mind…seeking out the corners you leave unguarded and meshing in some food for thought. I’m that voice in the back of your head telling you to do the things you mom always told you not to.
…find my in me hiding place you beautiful disaster, find me in the corners of my insanity. Your eyes change colors in rage…