You mouth these words so fervently to stick against my eye whites. Hair pressed, wet, matted and against your eye whites. Your words and hair and eye whites. A repeated phrase of disbelief. “WHAT THE FUCK”. Even my neurons become individuals. The smallest blocks of me, blind of others.

It seems impossible to worry anymore. As the boat rises along the wave, I am unaware of the inevitable fall. I’ve never let so much go… I will be either powered or murdered. Anything but stagnant.

1 comment:

K said...

ANYTHING but stagnant.