Suspended In a Certain Type of Chaos

sometimes i feel suspended in a certain type of chaos i end up lying to myself thinking i'm the only one i make a trek to the freezer and pull out the snickers ice cream i wash it down with ten cheap bottles of water trying to break up the gas in my chest and back confusion is like an abandoned twinkie missing the creamy feeling safeness a constipated cloud picks me up and blocks all passageways i come down as rain but come back up as an unsatisfied homosapien my brain is in a new york alleyway but my heart is lost somewhere on a beach in the carolinas my bubblebath is a kiss from her and whatever comes after i come back from said suspension knowing better and doing more to help myself we the people make hard what could be so damn easy time is an impatient waiter with no menu for man or woman