I want too much.
This heaven is hell.
Today I smelt every little detail I had tried to erase,
I was back in my perfect state of mind,
in a world of heaven,
in my head.
Strawberry bubbles and candlelit warmth.
When I finished inhaling,
I had just relived it all...
Frame by frame,
Each sense more cherished than ever.
I'd become so adapted and reliant,
What the fuck was I doing?
Everything changes, it always does.
I'm over changing that's all.
I was content.
I'm too worn out to climb back up,
I just feel like losing grip.