August, 31th 2014 // 7:47 p.m.
I took a left to route 23 and found myself in your lungs. The phrase "Flowers in my lungs" kind of suited you because for me your bronchioles looked like beautiful bloomed flowers and for a moment I just stood there and stared at the beauty. I continued my journey to the 17th street intersection and there I was, in your bloodstream where all the toxic flowing in you. The toxic, the guilty pleasure I was captivated to. I needed to escape this human form of lethal and being the panicky person I am, without thinking, I took a run right down 10th street and wound up in your heart, where all the magic happens. I discovered myself in your right atrium, an escape I thought. While wheezing, who could blame me? I'm asthmatic, I grabbed your C-shaped cartilage and climbed my way up your trachea just to find myself in your eyes. Oh the beauty of it. The way your iris gets smaller as the sunlight hits you, it's just priceless. The allurement of it made me lost my balance and found myself falling through all the junctions and intersections to your stomach. It was like stepping into a garden. Every step of it was like walking on clouds. After a long walk on those flourishing plants, I hastily look for a vein that could lead me to your mind, in hope that it could be my escape route. At first it was just a careless stroll like a walk in a park just to get to know you but the more chemistry I have with your muscles and bones the fonder I am to it and I simply can't afford to find myself attached to you because that would just be catastrophic! Everything changes the moment I step foot in your mind. Just looking at it makes me stutter. No word, nothing could ever describe the beauty of it. Which makes me wonder, maybe I should stay for awhile. Maybe I should reach out a little, get to know your funny bones and get rid of your dead cells for you. Soon enough I called you home. Something I never called anything nor anyone before.

( w . c )

September 7 2014 || 1:03 a.m.
With no direction to go, I walked straight ahead on road 52. People screaming for help. Carving "911" on the walls. It was like an asylum. The T junction on the left had a traffic light. I stopped when it was red. It made me think of how lost I was. My life. I had no where to go. I had no one to show me the way. I continued my journey and reached at an odd street after about 100 miles. Everybody was happy. Smiling laughing together. I want to be like them but my journey haven't end. I soon was chased by a mob that was shouting "FAT", "USELESS" and "STUPID". Well that's all that I could bear to hear. It led me to a dark alley down route 17. A little girl was crying and oh her body was filled with cuts. A little ways down the road was a girl bending down sticking her finger down her throat as if she's trying to ***** something really big. I couldn't handle it and I ran and ran while crying. I stopped because I was out of breathe. I rested in a tunnel. At the end was a light. I followed it. It led me to one of the most beautiful destination ever, you.
( w . c )