I feel as thought I am intoxicated, intoxicated by words of wisdom and unspoken words
as if I'm drowning in the black haunting shadow in the oceans depths of unknown
- with blurred vision, slurred speech and imagination of creativity.
I'm undecided, but self organized, hard to explain; though I know exactly who I am but I don't know what I am doing.
Intoxicated, like a daydream
- stillness of reality turns into fantasy,
- like a pixilated game but only with 1 life
Still hovering in the black waters that lingers upon my ripe skin, that surrounds me but not yet acknowledges my existence.
