6/24

today things really started to break down
or maybe i should say
today i started having a breakdown
because that's actually the truth

and then it happened
i flipped,
went through,
through the looking glass,
to the other side

i haven't been in this place for a while
but i once stayed here for a very long time
actually believing that i wasn't alone,
but that turned out to be a dream

i have no control over this:
when i leave,
when i return
it think it happens to protect myself from really flipping out,
i think maybe it's why other people take drugs
(whether prescribed or other)

it's a very familiar state
but i have never been here,
without the studio to ground me,
to help me work things through...

and that is a little scary