19.05.03 - 8:25 PM
I dance in circles with a cigarette between my fingers , hair falling and lacing down my collarbone . It's not me that is moving , it is the world .
I am not dancing , I am waiting .
It is an elevator to the sky with nothing to keep the altitude in check , my ears feel like they are underwater and my head is light , it might be the valium it might be the clouds outside this window .
It is an attempt to fly , an attempt to be an angel , an attempt to pop a pill an attempt to be god . Goodness , dear , is this floor falling or am I soaring ? Goodness , dear , is this world ending or am I beginning ?
NEITHER THIS IS A STAND STILL , ELECTRICITY IS CUT AND THIS SUBWAY ISN'T GOING TO MOVE , THE VIEW FROM YOUR WINDOW IS GOING TO STAY THE SAME AND YOU CAN'T FLY BECAUSE YOU'RE GLUED TO YOUR FUCKING SEAT .
Have a nice day , be sure to ride the rocket again some time .
