Just wait patiently,
and when the night comes
you don't have to be afraid
of the choices your mind
made
because from where i'm sitting
you look like those flowers
that grow through the resistance
of concrete and roads
that still blossom even though
their sunlight has been ripped from
them
its so poison
like the pages of your book,
red and scattered
the words hardly ever make sense
but they did in your head
Well credit whatever God it is that
you put your faith into
Because he must be doing you well
well whatever it is

this is confusing, I'm trying to grasp onto reality
out the window, the scene
seems like a dream, like a painting
I'm trying to talk, to speak to explain
but my words are disordered, they're coming
out wrong and my thoughts are tangled
and
i
dont wanna see a doctor or a nurse,
or get more medicine, or drink or even
worse..
and i don't wanna think i'm sick
or unwell, or I'm thinking in reverse
or even
worse.

...... angels talk to me through messages, all the time, they are so beautiful,