I've taken five steps out of reality and six steps into some type of oozing mess that I don't really know what it is.
I'm off balance, slipping. I am something. Something, something, something. Who says anything about anything because I'm not really sure who's saying what and I don't understand what I'm saying back.
Tangible is fading and it slips away from me far too easily for my liking. My grip appeared stronger, or rather it is. My shoes were glued to the ground, they remain, I'm slipping out of them.
Not a crisis at all I suppose but what am I saying. I feel so wrong but also so alright and nothing is coming out like I know it should be, but then how does it? I'm being eaten by God knows what and I think that maybe a fog of this stuff will make me so disconnected from my action I'll be a haze of things I don't understand performing things that I do without reason.
I'm not impulsive but what am I doing?
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