In silence we sit

We sit beside each other in silence
No one makes a noise
Every day goes on
Lists made
Things to do
My brain spins
And you ask why
I get high
I say I need to maintain
Maintain the low
With the high
The medium with the low
I wish you would really know
Blurred vision
Perception screwed
Death viewed
Maybe this is it
The horrible everyone talked about
Empty white vast spaces
Take me to the normal places
Don’t bore me with this presence
I just want something pleasant

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