"It remains consistent"

I write and I write through the dark and the light or any other feeling I find myself fooled by or I sit in a daze basically gone totally spaced only my body remains bound to where I've been placed as the moments get wasted and you wonder why it feels like time flies/drags by as you just stay high to feel alright to make it though the night and each one after that always wondering just where am I at
continuing to combat the confusion and crawling through each illusion,
isolation intensifying..