Thoughts like these. Miles away per square inch is just a miniature of life there is, out there, in here, wherever.
The door screeches again, and as usual, I can hear their voices screaming. A glass falls, and he slices his finger accidentally. A child's heart pounds in each drip of blood from the sky. Yes, there are children masked in youthful clothing. But merely, they are blown off by the increasing modernity, and once in a while, they aren't kids anymore.
Times like these, dumb people talking about dumb people, smart asses smooching butts, what could be better?
He walks in and greets a mourning, "Wassup, nigga?"
And she expresses with
Again Screaming and slamming of doors. The clock ticks as if angry. It said, " It's pass 2am, go get some sleep."
But still a person who is eager would ignore this.
She runs away, with her pen, then lonely to the soles of her feet.
Hesitates for a moment, then breathes in.
Didn't I tell you that I broke too many before? Those glasses, with blood dripping from my nails. Didn't you see those keys shattered on the floor like broken dreams I used to have before I tossed them to the river?
She replies a sigh. Then another, then another, again and again, over and over my head. Her voice,Her voice whispers, "let me in, let me in! Don't you see,
A little moment of winds and clouds in the sky sure tells me that this is a brand new day. It's not yesterday,but today, obviously. Then a bunch of memories from the past would flash over and over and over, every now and then. Sounds screaming. Buses chasing. Glasses breaking.
Then all of a sudden, a door screeching, light dazzingly shining.
Is there something one should really fear, rather than the past nor future? Maybe the present, which is always a surprise. Or the people who bring the thoughts into happenings.
Should there be a single idea one should hesitate of? Or wonder of?
Such instances could be revealing. Then, demeaning. We do