u/BearCoreXP

Almost there.

You’ve got me almost there.

When I’ve been in this place so long it starts to hurt my eyes.

But I can’t look away, oh how I stare.

'Cause I’m losing myself.

As there’s still this hope I hold like a flower.

I’m losing myself, looking for the thought of you.

Sure, I can stay another hour…

Hold on, let me get my battery pack.

Trusted user.

I’ve had this thing on my face for so long I even managed to get comfortable while laying on my back.

I’m holding the air.

With a phantom touch.

Faintly skin, faintly hair, but faintly isn’t fair, not when I really need you there.

Please, if you really have to, put me down softly with gentle lies.

Words can’t express how happy I’d be if this were real; just make that three word promise one more time.

Before my headset dies.

I’m fighting this doubt back and forth.

Saying: I’m feeling too much.

Being held in the hand…

Of a phantom touch…..

People are like candles.

As our wick burns out it lets out a subtle smoke.

The kind that carries a scent while a flame dances underneath.

There’s a flame that says life is present.

All while melting the wax away.

The smell is the feeling of a memory.

Some really take you back and others aren’t so pleasant.

With our wick as time, people are like candles…

I’ve got a foot in hot water.

The other is in cold.

My mouth tastes lukewarm.

Somehow sure; somehow depends.

Like I can walk around seeing the hidden treasure in everyone’s pockets.

Tell me why I see a purple rust on that type of gold.

When I look into eyes like kaleidoscopes, colors change inside.

Oh, how they change.

But it’s not really a change.

It’s more of a blend.

On a beautiful painting from my inner artist.

Using the color purple…

You get super faded for maybe 12-15 minutes before you’re like: tf was that? That was it? (Takes another drag).

The highs themselves are very numbing too. You don’t feel as giggly, creative and euphoric as with flower or jar wax. It feels like you’re inhaling the equivalent of a Walmart dab if such a thing existed. Or like, inhaling one of those knock off sodas from HEB. It’s a HITZ pen called Blue Paradise. Just tastes like plastic tasting water trying to be air but coming out as synthetic smoke