a surge of surrealism
grabbing both my wrists
while this cloud like pillows
or pillow like clouds
dance beneath my very head
could this be butterflies
or just that citric acid i got
what sense could it bring
but just that feeling of sweet barf
and the world is spinning round
turned upside down
with just someone in the middle
a vague but
familiar ground of warmth
then i try to stand up
but the floor is like a ripple
i never intended to catch
then i wanted to leap
but all i do is fall
over and over
again and again
and i still laugh
i dont wonder why
coz this lightness within
every inch of me
is the only thing i know
i hurt
i tremble
and i am clueless
of who i am
until its over
then the floor is that same ground
i step
i gaze
im fine
but pain still lingers
in my very head.
once im over this phase
i will not have you again
out of system
out of heart
out of me.
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