following is born from an amalgamation and efforts of many places and beings in flow. special thanks to casa riza and vebanoir
slithering away from a recurring dream, i woke up from an abyss to another. my hand reached the counter, searched the top and bottom, it was then i felt a creep crawling in.
made it to the bathroom after a few steps, looking for my toothbrush, a hope to bring a bright day, what i've found was my filthy smile on the cracked mirror.
i combed my hair for a while but it wasn't getting any less messier, caring about it would be costly anyway. couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the case all the time.
i was keeping a note for things to buy for a while now. pen was broken, it was leaking inside, and the ink on the paper had ran away from their scrapes.
my insides growling was a usual recurrence, i was a bit surprised to see my 4 pieces of bread, seemingly moved away by the ants, only crumbs was left to carry home it seems
went for a smoke near the narrow window, today the smoke tastes a bit industrial and leathery, maybe with a touch of oil, tarmac and grease.
sirens of the factory had an earthly ring to it, was like a roosters cry bouncing around the solid blocks. wondered if it was like that, or it was that.
clicckty clack, the clock lost its tempo it seems. racket the mice makes at the attic feels less chaotic it would've been a silent place if it weren't for the whispers
i wondered for a while why the coffee was so transparent caffeine stopped working for me many moons ago anyway, i ended up taking a shot of anything that makes my buds tingle
my nose itches at a faint smell of cologne, so faint as if it wasn't there, makes me go round and round, couldn't figure out why (mujer? mujer?) was it longing, was it nostalgia, what was i missing? exhausted,
things, why were things never seemed in place? (whispers)
it was around when the sun at the top of my head, creepy feeling began to surge in intensely, maybe then i realised, what was missing from me, it was not something i could touch, not something i could sense
as tinglings on my fingers fizzled away, i felt distant from everything else.