Some of you do .
Something hit, late at night.
Some feeling of absolute claustrophobia..
To climb out.
To take your cat and just go.
Overwhelming.
These are those things at night, the shit that will eat ya. This is why you stay high.
Universe sends a little Bird, lets her chirp in your ear..
You can hear it over the klaxons.
There’s something crushing here, in this exact place at this exact time.
It’s death.
Death on it’s way.
The deprivation.
The giving up.
Jesus Christ…
Hits you hard.
Can’t escape.
What happened?
Death death death ☠️
I see it.
Nausea and tears.
Mopes and moans.
God damnit…
I have to get this off me.
dawn 