This sensation which drags you into a deep and unfound feeling that may suffocate ‘til you feel your bones collapsing into a dash and tough rain involving all kind of experiences that you lived, that you’d live.
This sensation crashes your mind between freak vibrations which pushes you to the edge, so you pull so many memories while thoughts are spinning in your head when your shoes are the wrong one.
And then you start to cogitate why are you here if you smell and feels like nothing in an army, unable to purpose some space in all whole world. It feels like you loved too much. You expected too much and day by day it’s getting closer to something you don’t know, something heavy – but you don’t deserve it. You’re collapsing, wanting so badly to sleep and rest; but you can’t close your eyes without feeling this tearing pain, and your endless suffer.
This sensation brings you closely to run, to get away from people – oh you need a break. So you expect this won’t last forever, but you’re hopeless. Dancing through the mistakes of everyone. You look to the mirror and you see nothing but loneliness, expecting that someone comes around your neck and tells you that everything will be okay, so you note that your cup of coffee it’s getting to an end, so as you burning in the edge, catching what you really needed – a rest. Your hands hurt ‘cause you’re writing too much in another language just ‘cause you feel better in that way. And you’re walking and writing – you just can’t stop – you can’t avoid that, you need to put it out. People are staring at you, I’m watching you. I see you desperate, I see you all from the inside.
You’re crossing the street seeing those people walking over and over, so you run. Yes, you’re feeling right on top wearing a crown becoming close to who you are. You’re getting free from everything – you arrived home; got your existence point of glory as a wave comes to the end of the beach. You arrived home once – you’re dead. Useless smart brain, you’ve turned it off.
