castastone | Entries tagged with high

oh god it hurts my head and my brain to see how everything is connected it burns me it makes me sting. the weight of every choice boring into my skull, the heavy pulse of the people packed around me, their scents and souls absorbing me via osmosis. thin thin skin and minds so distant, two orbiting, blazing stars. his odd sense of being. what is it he wanted from me. how can people be so different. who am i? what am i doing? what am i a part of? why did i think he would like me? was he playing a joke?