These+R+the+Thoughts+by+Alanis+Morissette

Close, still tumbling. Caught in that spiral I need to fish you out of your latest trap, try to close your mind to loud things… like the dolphins. Relentless clicking and jumping of dolphins. Brainwaves, the smart kind, will wash away uncertainty of the mind.

Sitting up, you climb to the depths of the sickly crimson birth called hate. Out of the void you’re found here, continue.

Blinding magenta sunflowers await you at the top, I promise. I promise you clarity of accumulating mud. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">But deny you the real <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">answer, clearing your eyes of sin <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">lifts you higher. Well, somewhere.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">Find tomorrow, freedoms sits.