What happens when the chill line becomes a scary place to be in?
What if the person or the people you expect to be in the chill line have gone away?
Where do you go?
What do you do?
What if it the chill line was actually not a place to be totally free?
What if it was an arena?
What if it was all a game?
What if it was all mind games?
What if it was a test of survival?
What if it was all a lie?
What if it was all just figment of a brilliant mind?
What if it was the product of necessity?
What if it was meant to be a place to just cry?
What if it was just a place of wounded souls and broken hearts?
Where do you go when reality becomes scarier than the last time you checked?
What if it is not?
What if it is?
I have dangerously created a world where I thought I could just be myself.
It took me instead to a place where I cannot anymore distinguish the reality from a dream.
I will close my eyes and drift away.
Lead me to utopia, take me.
