Fuzzy: I feel so fuzzy like everything’s a blur. Like in the clouds… Of a thunderstorm. That just pass by…
Clarity: Injury. A moment of clarity when life is real. Everyone wants clarity.. including me.
Staring: After the clarity you get stares. People see your scars. And you feel them starring… Like they’re trying to go into your emotions and figure out whats wrong.
Eye Contact: You automaticly look to see where their eyes are… on your injuries. They look up at you and you make Eye Contact.
Regret: In that moment you wish everything back. You completely regret slipping up… again.
Wishing: You wish everything back. You wish you could go back to your first night.. And put the tool down and say no. But you can’t.
Repeat: This way of life is stuck on REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT
FUZZY CLARITY STARING EYE CONTACT REGRET WISHING repeat FUZZY CLARITY STARING EYE CONTACT REGRET WISHING repeat FUZZY CLARITY STARING EYE CONTACT REGRET WISHING repeat FUZZY CLARITY STARING…