self obsveration

my brain is snapping away like a bottle rocket.
speewwwwwin sparks about in flowery like shapes too.
air around paying attention less.
these things never mattered. i'm burning the grass as i hit bottom.
the heat rose me up. warmth in my chest.
it may sound crazy but i think i actually got somewhere.
metaphorically i mean.

at this point...
lines etched and scratched thru were all apart of the same flat appearance that i witnessed.
nothing felt disconnected or separated. all just a slap of different shades. i didn't feel like i reached the rise in this scenery. just avoided the lumps of people in the way.
but it's funny how different people see themselves to me. it really is.