"This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun"

I've forgotten how to fall asleep.

My nose is stuffy, my bum is stuffy, my head is so stuffy...

My thought process, stuffy.

The only thing I can think to do that is safe is listen to music. Everything else seems too dangerous... I used to like to be dangerous, in fact I still do. I want someone to live dangerously with. It's an effort, or is it? Is it impulse, or spontaneity? Restlessness?

...there is nothin' you can't do, these streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you... hahahhaha.........

WELCOME TO THE MELTIN' POT