Indie

I need to be stowed away in coffee shops
And book stores,hidden among the Indie,
Flowered ,vintage postered vibes.
Where things are so vilantly colored,
Your brain gets so mind
Fucked,you don't know what to do
Anymore.
That place where your head gets
Stuck for awhile,lost among all the
Colorless thoughts,scented by lavender.
I need to get away from the cosmetic,
Exepensily,materlistic,happy-go-lucky,
Flawed,one ideal thinking paradox of
A world.
I want to contemplate things such as
Suicide,murder,death,read about psychology and
Why people do the things they do,
Why they feel the way they do,
And act the way they do.
I want to lodge myself into a corner,
Maybe the ocean.
Just burry myself,
Somewhere deep.
Where I don't have to think about
Money,family.children,life,sex,death,
Murder,suicide,or killing myself.
Where Im not tied down and
Frustrated.
I just need to be
Free.