who do you talk to, why do you whisper when i come in? i'm the same as i ever was. here touch my forehead, feel the burning mind, how did i get to the floor it makes no sense no i don't need to lie down. do me a favor turn off the light, set the sun, speak
softly, we're so close only you can hurt me. i touch the floor that touches you, we breathe the same air, we are parallel lines we are full of the same information, it makes perfect sense please try to keep up with me. i can ignore nothing, i can't forget no matter how i try. how did i
get here is this another hallucination? i never know, they're so real, more than real, i view it all through a lens i wish i could share, wish you could understand, i feel so out of place here i feel like i'm on fire, i don't know if we're real. i wish you'd trust me i'm the same as i ever was, i'll wake up
soon. speak softly, i prefer the waking dreams, the mind
is a terrible thing
















I like what you write.
Yep.
Reminds me of when I have a fever or migraine. Was either of those an inspiration for this?
yar. both. there are more, buried inside the feverdream tag; omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes.