Lost

I don't know what I want. What to be or who to be. I don't know who I want to talk to or what to say. Nor do I want to think about the next day.
I have not goals, plans or aspirations. I'm stuck on floor 1 with 101 Dalmatians. Some times I can't breath when I think about what everyone expects of me. I just want to be me for being me and run free as happy as can be. But for now I'm lost. Utterly and hopelessly lost.

Chemical void

Why do I always feel the need for substances.
Coffee, weed and caps, alcohol and rack.
Things to wake me up and help we think. Things to make me sleep and help me shrink away from the pains of society.
I wouldn't say I'm addicted to any of them. whereas my dependence depends on the shred of a thought circling around pure energy ripped apart and reconvened around a metaphorical round table.
The predictable structure this metabolic caos provids.
Is so Sublime.
For in destruction there is creation and the more my mental fortatude get strong armed and torn down by these chemical sledge hammers, the more I bounce back better than ever. 

Wind makes trees strong - UNKNOWN 

Fractured brain. Nothing to gain. Misguided fame. 

Eternal weightlessness

I'm lost In this eternal spacewalk. Somewhere between where I need to be and where I want to be. Dumbfounded and with a quizzical expression I dare to understand my reality. Unfortunately for this weary pshyconaut the universe and conscious thought cannot be contained within the 5th dimensional box we refer to as our brains. Perhaps one day he will grasp the tail end of the answer he is looking for but for now he will have to be content with the knowledge that definitions are only correct because people haven't proven them wrong and one day he will be the one to redefine the word impossible. 

Potent

A woman is like a teabag. You can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water. - stranger I heard in passing  

Who do you think your talking to?

Join the dots and draw your own conclusion