"I am what I am, who am I? I don't know what that means." -Nathan Williams

To explain a mood disorder, one you're constantly learning about and figuring out yourself, seems a fools errand. Am I a liar when thought processes change? Have they always been the same? Still, I don't envy anyone who considers themselves sane. If you can relate, I truly am sorry.

Daniel Santos 18-OCT-2022

Its been weeks and im still here, lingering like the smell of stale cigarette. The vapes are in abundance as well of course, but they don't leave behind a story of sorrow and regret; the overly sweet cotton candy clouds that disperse harsh levels of nicotine saturate only but for a moment. Different times, different rhymes and very different reasons to lie.

Its been weeks and I've got nothing to show for my patience and dedication, if you were to ask me the what and why to what im doing, i wouldn't have and answer for you. I no longer know or care to know for that matter, reacting simply with instinct-automatic muscle spasms that keep mve upright and poised in the direction of the entrance, tying me to the ground, igniting a sense of purpose. The opening to where you might find yourself falling through and barreling toward where I lie in wait, only to find that im fully aware of and expecting you, guiding the way to certain demise.

But until then, I lie in waiting for your presence, your scent to dance across my way.

This is the beginning of the end but there's no reason to get upset, everything that dies decays and reverberates back into the ether, your essence will carry on in the form of cosmic energy, the same cosmic energy that binds and powers all of us. Thank you for your contribution.

Just as the minutes turned to hours, turned to days turned to weeks, i begin to worry you arent going to arrive, arent going to please me with your presence and bring with you the thing which i most seek, that i have longed for since the moment you went away and took it with you.

A SUDDEN SHIFT IN IDEAS

Rushing to the beat of the bass, excitement electrifies your face, you just cant feel enough to feel, busy spinning while standing in place

The question arises, whats to come of the nights surprises, will you go up or down, maybe flip your mind inside out, the ways in which the mind disguises real crisis, entices and blinds us.

But now we're starting to lose focus, cant remember what we took, maybe it chose us? Speaking to ourselves now, whats happening to our sight, oh god this isn't right, this isn't right.

Time is lost and all lines are crossed, no return in sight-mind is burdened by dense fog.

A TRANSITION OF SPACE