Somewhere in the glitch of Time
How sad this world. This place. This disparate moment. A broken down group of homes and the sad of the coming evening.
Broken down. Hungry. Sober. Fucking sober. How did I float to this moment? I'll try to think it out from the fuzzy haze.
A haze a drug induced craze. A maze. A dark place. A bone vase. The trip fall tonic. Death while high, really high, beyond the scortching sky. Higher then life.
Wake up placed in a glitch in the rift, in the script of Time and Space.
And I am in a hot air balloon. Alone. With no idea how to fly it. Ilook down at the landscape below with a worried frown.