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I'm schizophrenic.

Lights out forever. it's a long time. tiptoe dancing through the pumpkin patch. wind running through your twirling fingers. the plant stems begin to curl and so do my eyebrows. purple sparkles scatter and rush through the air. do you hear that fait sound up ahead?? it's chanting of smoke dancing. beating drums beating your heart. boom! there goes a shooting star. so it stops for a moment, it's the last one you'll see. you know your point of view is lifted, when you see your reflection in the mud puddle. with a bubbling stomach and your popped ears you charm on. skip twirling through the mountains and through the twisted melting trees. its so cold you're sweating, tears full of yellow green paint that splash purple and blue on your fathers shoes. dreaming of your body parts splitting the wind in two while you push through. your breathing smells of sugar coated lemon drops and your lips taste like rose. you stretch and feel the noise your skin makes. you fall off the pebbled park bench and the wood chips enter your skin. those red shoes scream at you from a 90 degree angle. you stand on your fingertips and shuffle through the weeds. the dust is red, and so is your nose extending through your mind.
what's not to come
what's not to come through
what's not going to come through with it.
what's not to come through
what's not to come.
vision
vizion.
envizionyou.