some chromatic reaction to self-inflicted expulsion from one of moloch's club
by ThedominiqueofregressioN
I wanted to become one with the endless roads. A neverending travel filled with great mornings—rain or shine, up in the dangerous but fulfilling mountains, away from the city. I'll bring with me a girl named Sharlyn, an innocent soul with purity so bright, the stars come down with their own time and greet her, lowering their hats and whatnot.
The nights will please us with its aurora light show as we lay on the friendly tundras and as cold the night gets, it will freeze nothing but our trouble thoughts, our worries and bad memories about our dangerous encounters with these religous businessmen and their massive paycuts.
Oh take me away from the reality and let me select my own. I am tired, my shoulders, my back, my mind are tired from working. No amount of money would bring me into thinking that better days is just around the corner. See, I almost lost my way to everything, even directions in life..
I still have some sanity, grasp on sensibility and meaning but I lost more than half of creativity due to excessive productivity.
I need help.
I used to think I can do more than what I am supposed to, expected to. Now, whenever they bite more than they can chew, they take a small portion just for show and shove the rest, big chunks in our mouths.
Allah, are you aware how your children are misbehaving?