Jul 25, 2013
WHERE DO I BEGIN MYSELF?
What’s happening? I think I’m choking.
What’s happening to the world? Every day is better and worse at the same time. They might just pull our world apart by the force of being two different directions. I've forgot how to think. I can hear the gush of my brain revving, like an old motorbike’s engine trying to begin life again. Why is this happening? What is this meaninglessness? There is just noise and clutter.
Noise.
The fan.
The cars.
The smoke.
The dust. The blood.
The hearts laid out.
Getting picked.
One by one.
Broken, beaten, stepped on, diminished, devoured.
What is this bloody race. What is happening.