hollow thoughtsManifestations of my most personal thoughts rush to the surface of a crumbling wall, embodying an entity of conscious conflictions that hides behind a mask of superficial tissue. Under the confusion and behind a lit cigarette I try to make sense of memories playing in my mind like scenes from a movie I saw too long ago to remember, yet still I try to imagine the details that erupted this state of mental catastrophe. When did it go sour?
What once was my Eden is now a mirage. The streets of my own personal El Dorado are now baron and cold with the remembrance of happiness. The complexity of my predicament grows with each passing hour. Every bellow thrown from the sidelines feeds this bewildered monster to the point of self obliteration. How do I stop this?
I've been the wounded while also being the attacker. The offended, indignant souls that are us have developed into apathetic shells of paranoia and malice in anticipation of the next upsetting move from one another. O