Stationary Blue ( No Colours)

I wish everyone could understand it. I really do.

It's like being psychotic.

I wrote this while my teacher was talking. She does that a lot sometimes...

This must be magic, concentrated concepts of ourselves.

We've been fabricated

Why look when i've found you.

The weary heads that sleep on the edge

I sleep on plains of stationary blue.

Keep me counting down the time.

Keep me counting down.

Over the wall and inside my skull.

Run & hide up inside my skull.

In this room with no eyes to show me the light

Just to see what it's like to breath at night.

All I feel is stationary blue.

Lucky me and lucky you.