Explosions of anger.
Where does it exist? In your stomach, your back...?
Here. My chest.
I can feel it.
Good, I want everyone to feel it. Please don't be surprised that I feel victimized. I had specifically pointed at the signs...
It's been done.
But I can't stop feeling. This is no ordinary poison running in my blood - it's God's gift to me, the ability to feel intricately, the quickest step in human evolution: death by rebellious body. Tomorrow...
...The first day of summer.
Season of...
Heat.
Free time.
Vacationing.
The lack of mediocre structures that confine your time. You're left to...
Explore. Be children.
Fall into your own head. Consistent falling - there's no structure to catch...
Summer romance. Hope.
The chaos of idle time.
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