Updated: Nov 27, 2021
I was alone.
I always wanted someone to be there with me whenever I did psychedelics.
Someone to hold onto.
But no one was ever there.
Just myself and my mind.
And we weren’t getting along these days.
I was in for another long night.
With angry legs
And my mind refuses to sit still.
Like a dog chasing its own tail.
Spinning in a constant circle.
Never quite winning the game.
Never getting to the tail.
But still spinning