Saddest thing ever

When you’re feeling alone and riddled with fear in the dark of the night
And playing catch in an empty living room with a helpless playful dog for the sake of his negligible happiness



Money mania

It’s not fun to wake up feeling like you lost your job while you’re out. Unfortunately, maybe what I’m feeling is felt by many who just can’t take a break from the cut-throat world. We’re turned into workaholics and maniacs, robots and scumbags. When we step away, it somewhat lingers deep inside our skin like a virus in remission.

Responsibilities, obligations, tasks…. Blaaaaaahh. Can’t even say blah because there will be robots who get offended by someone saying that. They’re so conditioned to believe that being boring is the righteous way. Why care? Why can’t the world be more simple like the way it used to be? I’m mad at the world. I’m upset that money is the driving force. I feel sorry for them all.


Shady world

House didn’t feel like a home. Trying to keep my parents safe while trying to look like we’re all leading simple safe lives. When in the yard, it’s hard to feel free as you suspect invisible vehicles are driving along the roads monitoring you.

Guy writes a beautiful song and he’s got a good voice, but there’s something dark about the days. Get to work from home, but you feel trapped in sweats as if it’s wintertime and it’s cold outside while it’s supposed to be like summer.

Murky waters, greenery and lush
Big truck machines that look like gigantic insects
That drill things like oil underneath the ground and back-stab the bugs
A group of men think they’re machines
Young, haughty, and gung-ho
They quickly form a line and stack in front of one another
Slotting themselves into a machine-like truck
Ready to do some cool work
It’s a surprise that it’s working,
but the attempt was still just too loud and uncertain
The main guy at the end loses control, flies out and falls into the murky waters, while the rest get crushed and die




He liked me because I was brave

It’s dark outside and there are night owls hooting. There’s sounds of bats and the rustling of leaves amid darkness and chilly winds. I don’t know what’s happened to me. I lean closer to my lover and he comforts with his strong embrace. Inside the warmly lit room, we’re safe under covers from the unknown outside. I dig into his arms deeper. He holds me tighter as my heart rattles with fear with each passing sound from the creatures outside. In the deep dark corners of my mind, I’m forever alone. I’m forever left in some dark pit trying to gather myself together. My teeth chatter and I close my eyes behind crinkly hair that covers my face. My clothes are wet and I feel helpless; as if the only thing that could ever save me is death that might come during sleep. I try and try to disappear, but I just can’t. He holds until I get out of that world, and I feel my heart racing against his chest. He tells me I’m safe but I don’t believe it. I wonder if these things will ever leave me. I may be trapped I say, he’ll save me, says he. He rocks me ’till my heart slows down. But when I close my eyes, it comes back to me. There’s a prison where I live and hear the strange sounds again and again. I’ve been living there for twenty-three years and I just can’t take it. There’s either now or there’s forever like this. There’s choices that I’ve never fathomed existed. I see the gate before me, but it takes guts to get up and check if it’s unlocked. Sweat trickles down my face but I’m tired and I want to be set free. Whatever sound it is that I hear, I must let it ring all through me and between me if it doesn’t stop. These burning eyes of mine obscure my vision, but I must see through them. Amid the screams I push open the prison gate with ease. It was never locked to begin with. I watch the wide unknown looming in the darkness, and take a breath. It’s now that I free myself.

My lover is asleep amid the lamp light. The owls hoot like always as I look out the window. I open the bedroom door and walk down the dark stairs. I open the main door of the house and hear the rustling of the autumn winds that I despise. I stand into the open, look at the pitch back surrender, and walk outside.



Stuck with a fly

