Dramamine

Traveling, swallowing Dramamine Feeling spaced, breathing out Listerine If you could just milk it for everything I said what I said but you know what I mean If I could just focus on anything We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves. It's four AM. I feel my anti-anxiety meds working, slightly blurring, slowing me down to the speed everyone else runs at. My muscles relax. I am something I don't think I was until sixteen or seventeen. I am chill. I want to write, to compose, to create something. Something that will let people know that life is okay. Sometimes it's terrible and you wish you didn't exist, sometimes you're happy, mostly you're bored and in the past or future, inside your head.