Zombified

Breakfast for dinner
Dinner for Breakfast
24 hour sunlight
the days come and go,
with little delineation or importance

My time ques are all confused

I'm floating in between levels of consciousness

empty halls

sagging eyelids

Computer screens

TV screens

Lucid dreams melding with reality

But the Mountains are still goddamn Beautiful

When theres no sleep, or no food, or no order,

The mountains sustain me