Mp3 repeated the song “High” all this morning, those words “I am so high…I am so high” sang from horse voice almost broke my heart. Where could I be high? What is the meaning about high?
I want to drink a small cup of rum against a little milk, with adjusted dark lighting, and put headphones. And then it seems to lie to lie, if do I find high? I become victory, and discard self-esteem, and discard sweet, and discard rationality, to chase the most primitive real physiological and psychological instinct. Then very frankly, loyally to cry out “I am so high—so high!” or it is just illusion?
I am really confused about what I am doing these days. I do not know it is right or wrong. Maybe I am a bad girl, and the most scare thing is that I can forgive myself. Is the dream really the cheque for future? I keep ask myself a lot of questions, but I can give myself answers.
Where am I?
Please bring the devil up in me and I am so high, I am so high over you!
