Nothing Makes Sense: a rant

I woke up in a fishbowl, I woke up in the wind, I woke up in a cage next to the only one I wanted. I fell deep into lithium dreams, I fell into the waters of my mind, I swam and swam until I had no more strength, and then I woke up in a fishbowl. 

I can't explain the way it works, the smoke cloud blurring my vision every moment, the time ticking by in unreality, eternity and infinity flowing like carbon monoxide, poisoning me at my deepest, I just can't breathe like this anymore. There's no one to understand me, no one to walk through this with me, the forest dark and lonely, the metaphors tired and cheesy, the English language incompetent to describe, impotent in its vocabulary, and I just can't try to a explain this anymore.

I'm ranting and I don't care.

It feels like I'm thirsty but there is no water. I'm thirsty for reality but I just can't touch it. My feet hover constantly, two inches above ground, and how I long to feel something solid under me, but all I feel is air. 

Something is amiss and I can't fix it. Something is broken and neither can you. Everything is nothing when we're swimming in oxygen. Nothing makes sense when you live in my skull or love in my rib-cage. Nothing.

Nothing.