yet i spill.
the tablet is right in front of me and i don't know what to do with it.
this is you,
this is what you do.
this is who you are.
these are your friends, your family.
these are the ones that mean something.
this is the life that we would all kill to be living.
if only we could live,
if only we could breathe.
we've spun so fast that i've lost all control.
green is orange,
the floor is the ceiling,
the walls are melting into the pavement,
i don't know what to do.
i keep feeling like i should know what's going on,
like i have some sort of control over all this.
but then i hit the ground running
at a million miles per hour
going nowhere
tripping over the doorway,
out of my mind.
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