I like to think about being another person.

I like to think that the world was made just for me.
I see it in my own way and no one is really here, Beside me.

I don't understand how other people think.

Falling down the rabbit hole.
Breathing deep.
Running away from the things that seem to hold us back.
They hold you tight because they are the things you are most drawn to.

I look at you lying naked in the bed, You think this is all just in your head.
The world is full of doubt, In times of trouble we must shout.
Your blood drawn face glows from the light as your body becomes very tight.

You seem to fall away.

Your eyes quickly turn from green to white as you start to fall away from the light.


The world is only as you see it.