We are the facilitators of our own creation

I’m trying to peice together the universe.
x2 hallucinogens, still trying.
Not buying these written explanations.
Is everything just hidden?
Are we living in a riddle or am
I just stuck in the middle?
Is this a game?
5.4.3 are we stuck in a game, a dark dispiriting game where there is no exit.
11:11 is telling me to accept the world.
Puzzles just do not fit.
Maybe she will just have another hit.
Another hit for her to feel sane.
Outside its raining.
Inside it’s dark
She still thinking how she’s going to make a mark in this game.
Trapped under the mark of a false accusation.
21 and trying to answer all my own questions.
His 23 and telling me I new to find my own answers.
Then there’s Joe Empire who is as tall as the Empire State but yet telling me to “fuck the elite”.
He repeats his in the dead fucking centre looking around.
Asks have I ever seen a newborn baby kill a grown man?
That’s an analogy for the way the world make him react
My innocence been dead.