music in my pants.

it consumes me.

the foot tapping,

the head bobbing,

the swirl of druggy goodness.

 

that is what i feel like…what it feels like.

in a la la land kind of place

where nothing matters. 

 

reality is just a step away and i turn my head the other way.

keep stepping. every step comes an ache in the pit of my stomach.

go back. go back.

behind my back is a reality that is so scary,

i want to quit it altogether. 

 

the end is not yet so clear.

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