Simple things, severed thoughts, Word thieves and the worst of

me. Silent fears scratch and burn while I feed them unsubstantial
words. DELICIOUS WASTE. REBELLIOUS PETS ALWAYS
MISBEHAVING. Chalkboard scraping and enslaved ardors.
Innocent doubts have swiftly made their way inside my MOUTH.
A timorous voice spitting out venomous parasites. Scream and
shout. They have a tendancy of eating up my feelings. Unfinished
frameworks. Sometimes Yesterdays have a weird metallic taste
and they start smelling of roses and cheap memories. Id rather
be unpretentious, light as a feather, BLOWING IN THE WIND
atomized. Ethereal counterpart. Achromatic dreams reminiscent
of heartfelt ideas. WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE HUMAN?
SENSELESS. FOOLISH. ABSURD. And these words are like bullets
nestled in my bones. Alabster ghosts longing for a chance to
wander industurbed.