Tastes like Strawberry to me...

I just feel like time is slipping away through the cracks in the walls. Moving so slow, my movements, the clock, even the screams start slower then usual. Everything is so hazy, and blurry. Almost like nothing is real, and everything is flip-flopped. My body, this bed, life... Everything seems so ethereal, just an abstract of something greater. I can no longer hold onto the reins of a wild bull. I have little strength to accomplish this. I feel as though I'm on a cloud, but that cloud isn't floating. Its more like sinking...sinking into a chasm where thoughts roam free. Where feelings are unblinking, and where everything is truly appreciated. It is a really nice feeling. I don't think it will last long though, but for the short while I must enjoy it. I feel finally at one with the world, yet still just a piece of nothing. It is like innocence put me back in the cradle, and is lulling me to sleep. I wonder if she will still be here in the morning. Heh heh... Another one gone by the morning. Its so hard to get them to stay. I slowly seem to be awakening from my grogginess. I smile and chuckle as I stare her in the eyes. She replies "I never caught your name". Before I understood the mortifying words that had escaped from her cold lips, she disappears as fast as she came. Time passes as I lie there, coming to realization that I am just a broken man. Reality begins crashing like a thunder bolt in the Sahara. Frantically searching for reason, I feel like this point of decay is impassible. I've never thought my moods could change so fast. Almost like quick starting my heart, and watching it explode. You think it would have been flame broiled. These cooks today, I tell 'ya! It smells disgusting, yet the residual pulse makes it look so delectable. Devouring the remains is unclassy. I think it is more appropriate to pick at it with a straw. This way I can annoy the wound, and still enjoy some wonderful punch. I think it has a cherry flavor, but I could use a second opinion...