Rolling thunder in the distance, I have contracted quite the sickness where the symptoms were breathing air and living far too long. Side effects may include sleepless nights and wishing you were dead yet still being too scared to pull PULL JUMP. It wasn't enough but still i'm caught wishing. So ill wish on a shooting star and learn just how far the human mind can wander, farther and farther into a void I have created. I am misshapen. Deformed to the extreme where I end up talking to someone in my head who isn't me. How can I see a clear future when I can't see the voices inside my head.

Eleven miles to my deathbed, but no distance to the one inside my head. With no means to measure but a lifetime, How far can we stretch our human life?

Here is to the deceivers, death to all non believers! These miracles nothing more than smoke and mirrors. My fears have all aligned the planets of my spiritual life colliding within the fabric of time, no time for space. I'm cramped up enough as it is.

This is it. Where all bets are off and winner take all (though there's never enough). We've raised the stakes and laid waste to all former claims. What use is new when I still haven't learned of old.

Back to the same old me, the very being to splinter. Had I seen it coming I could have stocked up on happy feelings for my emotional winter. That single glimmer of my true north all behind me the irony too much to tackle straight on. I ranted on and on and on, feelings clinging to me expecting release and finding the very bottles they were meant to be stored. Nothing more of me to give, I wept silently. Holding shame, accepting blame, all thought within my brain had managed to shoot from my head. A chain had broken, All hope was dead.  Slugging now through halted gears and slowed micro-thoughts. breaking apart every mistake as if looking for a cure. Nothing prospered, mark the end.