-I scream at you for bleeding everywhere, when I myself feel like an never-ending open wound.
-Lazy, laying, and filled with disdain we sit and let time wander through the dusty halls.
-Suspended in mid-air, twirling amongst light and darkness, I wait for movement to occur.
-The smog has lifted, but we remained mentally clouded and uncertain.
-There's plenty of food, but nobody eats. We stay still until the sun sets and countless clouds of *** eagerly activate the palate. Then we feast meagerly on snacks and drink and drink and drink until tomorrow blinks into our vision. We clean until the space feels open and momentarily alive, only to wreck it through the night to create purpose for the next day.
-The fragility of the day immediately crumbles in my hands the moment I make contact.
-I'm holding my breath, hoping all the air will keep me afloat.
-Because in the end I'm just a scared girl, shooting arrows at the world trying to pinpoint my direction.
