Jouska, Pt. VI
You ever feel like you're starting to lose your mind?
Dark thoughts echoing of the walls of your skull all of the time
Visions of burnt moments encased inside a brain I maintain with copious amounts of disdain
But you bottle it and wrap it in such a way that you distract from the fact it's an act you enact to create imaginary Imagery designed to keep the inner meetings a little less dull and instead maybe something existential like
What if I wake up and this has all just been a dream?
Oh my god I think I'm tearing at the seams
What are we doing here?
What does all of this mean?
You know the basic questions we get to ask before we die at 85 because our body gave out so you pray your soul to Keep before you hear that final beep calling up your name into somewhere bleak complete with everything you Need perceptionary delusions mixed with confusing illusions
Deserted mind in preparation of an idyllic thought that maybe everything is everything and we're not all just Bought
What if I wake up and this has all just been a dream?
Oh my god I think I'm tearing at the seams
What are we doing here?
What does all of this mean?
Writer/s: Drew Harris
