The psychosis bird swooped, lifting me up in her wings, she took me up high away from everything I knew.
Drop me off at the submarine port please, love. I’ve got to get to my wedding, I’ve got to look good while everything is falling into position.
I think I’ve forgotten everything. Everything I’ve ever known. Nothing is in it’s place and I can’t feel pain at the moment.
Nothing is everything and everything is nonsense. I’m floating in the air but I think they are taking me to the circus to put me in a cell.
The clowns are here every night terrorising me dreams. It feels so real. I’m taking it out on the guy next door what has I come to?
The filmstar across the way looks like a junkie. My god she’s gorgeous though. I could stare in her eyes and get lifted up all over again.
Am I still in the sky or am underground with the whole of existence settling back down on top of me?
This pond will take a while to clear.