Dimension 7793
As I sit here and think;
My thoughts seem scattered, shattered, to twisted to even matter
I am floating back down to reality;
For I have flown for to long
Now, back here on earth, things seem tainted
Some how a bit "wrong"
My heart, still beating rapid;
My breathing, getting harder as I go;
My pupils son enlarged now,
no further can they even grow
My mouth, not as dry as it should be
but my teeth are starting to grid
And I'm slipping into this altered state
where I can't control my mind
Sleep is not an option,
even if I wanted it to be
So I just sit here wide-eyed and spacey
Quite used to being this "me"
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