Rehabilitation

Stories, tales...More truth! More cozy boots; Its winter: super cold Doctor prescribed me with meds: syrups too popping pills and no love potions, learned the hard way that life leans on you when everything seems hazy! Falling down and hurting myself: Muscles spasms and headaches to pain killers and ointments for head injuries: Applying white bandages all around my head; it never helped cause depression caved in every time i looked out...! To feeling dread and my head locked So i eased on with plants, planing... I Know that earth and fire creates And water provides; Releasing air as I exhale, subconscious to the conscious mind, My mind Exiled: casted from the abyss To the physical plane too all the way back! Hence why I'm always at the back, Dark shades and bandanas! Seeing everything as a dream, I was clouded by a flock of birds: Hallucinations on level 10; Like it only costed a decade of my soul, So cheap in pennies but not in years! Days went by too weeks, and probably three lines of work, and finally found love At least what i thought at the time: White, A beautiful Caucasian woman loved to powder her self! The heights as her love excited me Like ecstasy... Oh the memories: The highs and lows, Reminiscing.... Rehabilitation...