Suddenly a mist fell from my eyes and I knew the way I had to take.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
That mist was thick. It was hard to see at times. The wind was wild. It'd come at me one way and hit me from the front, and hit me from the back.
The sky was falling down on me and I spent most of the time drunk. It was the only way I could handle it.
And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.
I woke up and all I could see was Iraqis standing all around me, looking down upon me. I knew at that moment something terrible had happened and I wasn't in the right place.
Everything that ever happened to me fell in my lap.
Fortunately, I was supposed to look confused and disoriented because, God, I felt that way.
It felt as if things were literally slipping through my fingers. Things were just streaming away from me. I lost my sense of humor. I'm still looking for that.
I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.
I was singing in a mall, and I picked a girl to come up onstage with me. As I was grabbing her hand, I fell off the stage. It felt like I was in the air forever, flying like Superman.
My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started. It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time, and there were these big bay windows, and there was the blue in the sky, and the sun on the trees, and it was drizzling.