Raz
Bluelighter
I'm a drop of mercury on a gravel incline, chaos theory in action.
Every bump ripples shockwaves and sends me on the path I could never have guessed. Every imperfection finds its reflection in me, and I don't know who I am.
Food doesn't taste anymore. Sex doesn't want me anymore. My friends are strangers to me, and trust is a loaded gun.
I wonder where I'll be in a day and I don't know where I'll be in a minute. My brain doesn't know enough about itself to be scared of the outcome, but there's ground at the bottom of that ramp and when I hit, the world might see fit to smash me to pieces.
I don't know if I should want that to matter.
Every bump ripples shockwaves and sends me on the path I could never have guessed. Every imperfection finds its reflection in me, and I don't know who I am.
Food doesn't taste anymore. Sex doesn't want me anymore. My friends are strangers to me, and trust is a loaded gun.
I wonder where I'll be in a day and I don't know where I'll be in a minute. My brain doesn't know enough about itself to be scared of the outcome, but there's ground at the bottom of that ramp and when I hit, the world might see fit to smash me to pieces.
I don't know if I should want that to matter.
