They all told me I need to go to the doctor cuz I thought I was going crazy.
My head is always in the clouds, I was space jamming with the dream team, looking for clarity so hard that I felt like a fiend.
Maybe I have cataracts, cuz it seems like my vision is always hazy.
I told my doc. to give me a script to see Mary Jane; her therapeutic sessions are so amazing, but the doc. said 'no way, I can't do that, don't you know that stuff is illegal?' 'Here just take these pills from the pharmaceutical company, I promise you they aren't evil, and don't forget to read the fine print about the dosage, it could be lethal...' I looked up at the white coat, realizing I was slowly losing hope… I say...'ummm.. okay, but why does this say I might cough up blood, lose weight, and wait does that say die…?' Man that never happened to Marley when he got high on his supply.' 'This doesn't make any sense, Can I please speak to whoever is in charge.'
'Nevermind, I'm leaving,' looking for my keys I'm like, 'dude where's my car?' As the door closed behind me I could hear the devil whisperer, 'she won't make it very far.'
Suddenly, I snapped back to life, into reality, and I found myself staring back at me through my rear view mirror. I couldn't have seen it anymore clearer. It was my job now to drive Miss Daisy.
My actions moving slower than a sloth, I look to one direction with a delayed reaction so does my reflection.
Then was when It came to my attention that I was stopped in the middle of a busy intersection. The lights headed towards me, as we collided in the rain, In and out of consciousness I find myself in the seat pinned. Just like a moth to a flame, I knew I had to feel that pain so I could believe that It was real and I realized there was no place to run and hide. Nowhere but myself could I place this blame. Suddenly, I felt a shock all through my body..And I came back with a vengeance.
My line had its own beat and just like a drum I start marching, as I was trying not to trip over my own feet.
Never running out of time or submitting to my defeat, I felt like I had finally woke up from a deep slumber, into a fairy tale I wanted to fly, but instead through the storm of time I began to ride. Call me Tinkerbell, and I will be the guide. Telling you these stories so you wont end up in neverland with the lost souls, that cry. We should have no more worries to ponder. Yes, God made the rain but promised to protect us from the lightning and thunder.
Thereafter in those final hours that follow the showers. Your light will shine bright, and you too will be ready to take flight. As for me I will contiue to flutter through this moment taking more time to admire those flowers. The ones that grow within the wall, for you will be the most beautiful ones of all. One of the world's most wildest wonders.
~Jessie J
© Jessica Rae Johnson