Last night, I would've never thought that anything would be as complicated as turning on the TV, tossing off my shoes, gazing in the mirror in our bathroom asking, "who the hell are you?" it's a struggle to get in when I've locked myself inside this burdan never burgeoning. I left the light on though. I've tripped on the rug now, skinned my shin but don't feel a thing. I'm laughing, drool on my chin now, and I can't recall while I'm laughing. I feel so sick, My stomach's aching. Having fun is too heavy when my eyelids want to close. Dizzy as I stagger to our little bedroom's window. Head out, why don't we? Head out, into the fresh air. The night is darker than my mind is full of diamonds and lots of stares. I'm yelling, "Hey come here!" to a stranger walking by But no one ever understands it. Not even I do. when you're higher than a kite, siren blaring giving me affright. I would've never thought that anything would be as complicated as my life. But this is how i make it. I suppose. Standing on my "tipsy-toes" unsure where to go. Until the next night.