Just go to Jordan Petersons yard sale n raid the clothes racks my man

It isnt death I seek,
Its a silence you can only feel within the loudest noise ever
While I sink into the warmth of
Chaotic energy refined into adrenaline

Chemistry and care only take you so far
Talking it out frightens and alienates loved ones
So to silence the thunderclaps
I fade away for a while
And lose myself in those storms away from all I could hurt
I chase the thunder outside
To escape the storm within

Howling banshees of lost hope lash at my ears
Waves of misery swell and suffocate
Fears crack across my minds eye like lightening painting a landscape in monochrome colors only I can see
Shadowy visions cloud my sight, thunderclouds born of bad chemistry and trauma

I also had a gummy randomly appear at work. It was a beautiful sight in the parking lot.