• rustling

    it's like the best weed

    without this paranoia

    only the high

    only the feeling that i can fly

    seeing the name of someone that isn't even mine

    without the paranoia

    the sickening feeling of dread

    the wild eyes

    and the death of my brain

    it's so warm

    i used to embrace a chill but god

    the warmth is so much better

    in my bones

    this feeling that i will never be alone

    this rustling

    like everything inside me is dancing

    i am running, running running

    through this forest in my body

    looking for somebody

    and as i run

    the dead leaves in my body

    rustle

    and come alive