~Nonsense at 1am~

All the words I see keep shifting;
becoming blurred,
like the truth once told
that are lies.
Nothing is one entity,
there are many sides to it's shape.
Echoing in minds are instincts,
not words, not sounds.
Thoughts becoming clustered,
multiplying faster than cells.
My prison holds my happiness,
here are the keys for
the lock.