Get high with a little help from my friends

i want to drink.. a lot
i want smoke weed and in hale discustting amounts of nicotine
i want to talk a little bit too loud
i want to get carried away with talking about memories
i want to laugh
i want to laugh at things that arent even that funny, yet just laugh because it feels good
i want to scream
but not because im in pain or because im angry
i want to scream because i have so much passion that it aches in my bones
i want breathe mountain fresh air
i want to cry but only cry because i am surrounded by people that i love
i want to fall in love
but that doesnt mean that i want a relationship
i want to fall in love with the world again, with the trees and books that are made frrom them
i want to paint a picture of a ranbow just so i can stare at the colours and remember how beautiful each one are


i want to live freely

but even the birds are chained to the sky 

Minus

i constantly feel lost. how is that possible in a world filled with so many living things? a place filled with so much beauty and yet i sit in my room and i blame the walls that surround me. curse to the heavens that this is my prison and its their fault. then i dream, and the truth spills out. the prison isnt the room im in, its the walls that surround my thoughts. its all in my head.  


i dont want to spend another day here.