Reversed Reality Rehearsals

Alcoholic kinda mood. 
Loose reality, solid dreams. 
Standing on waters, standing on clouds - clock stands still.
Everything all stagnant as time creeps slowly. 
Tick, tick, tick.
All silent except for that chick flick on the telly. 
Cold waves washed you out, drenched in glitters and chemicals. Chemicals like Chemistry. Now take me to the solitude ministry. 

It pains to not understand what you write what makes sense. My brain needs to stop but let my heart continue beating.