SkeeK
The Original, Rock n' Roll Doggie, VIP PASS
(inspired by the song)
I look down and my skin is grey. Or is it my eyes?
I'm somehow not myself, as if floating apart.
But not free, not floating.
I am boxed and crunched tightly into a little cavity somewhere inside myself. Too heavy for this tiny size. Hiding. Barely able to see out.
I can feel my mind and body: buzzes and whispers in tight circles around each other: lashing me down.
Have I come here just to lose it all again?
And there it is again in full view. That sparkle that should be in reach, and here am I. A muffled scream is conjured inside me. But I'm trapped under weight I should be able to break, churning to standstill.
Ad infinitum.
I look down and my skin is grey. Or is it my eyes?
I'm somehow not myself, as if floating apart.
But not free, not floating.
I am boxed and crunched tightly into a little cavity somewhere inside myself. Too heavy for this tiny size. Hiding. Barely able to see out.
I can feel my mind and body: buzzes and whispers in tight circles around each other: lashing me down.
Have I come here just to lose it all again?
And there it is again in full view. That sparkle that should be in reach, and here am I. A muffled scream is conjured inside me. But I'm trapped under weight I should be able to break, churning to standstill.
Ad infinitum.
