The Daft, Demented, and Delirious

Did you ever feel everything at once? Did you ever forget you were numb? Is it better to feel everything? Is it better to feel nothing? Ignorance is bliss......... So I've heard. Chemicals and chemistry and  my body is a science project. Everything comes back full force and I don't know what to make of it. I don't know if I can take it anymore. All I've ever been is weird. All I've ever felt is wired. My wiring is bad. Fix me. I'm broken. An outdated, old,  machine too costly to repair and far too damaged to keep using. I get used anyway. We use each other I suppose. I'm tired. You write the scripts and I'll take your pills. I am an addict and you are my dealer.

She's a candle with both ends burning. She burns too hot, until she's burnt out. She stands on a cliff where the earth is crumbling; there is quicksand below. She's running, she was born to run far and away She's exhausted because it's been years. Path after path none of them are the right ones and none of them lead home. She never really did feel at home anywhere. She's lost;  turning and turning until everything blurs together. She's spinning wildly. She turns to no one at all. She see's the perfect sky and the perfect earth and she knows she is perfectly inept and perfectly stuck in a place she can't appreciate because she is in fact imperfect. A beautiful creature. A beautiful fish with languid, gossamer, fins that long for the endless, caress of the ocean, but it's not the ocean at all it's a four sided, glass prison where everyone is watching. She can't escape.