Dont Look Directly At The Sun. Poem by Noah Ort

i dont know what to write,
i feel everything is falling to the side
not nessesarily up or down
just.....to the side

last night i dreamt a dream
of mustaches and guitars
it makes my stomach sick
it turns my brain into electricty
this dream makes me think,
where am i?

i dont know anymore, i never thought that things could change........especially like this.
the novacaine has worn off, you can guess im feeling something now.

i find a person, then they lie,
i find a person, then they drive
i find a person, that eventually gets driven
i want to find a person to stay. where i am. always.