the world is better
when your head is spinning.
and nothing can focus.
and your thoughts have no way in.
your floating. on a cloud of infinite possibility.
perfection is possible.
it peels away the barriors.
but then reality returns.
like a cool, slow rain on a cold day.
unwelcoming.
and the walls pile back up.
it was good while it lasted.
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