incoherence.

[arrear]

i've gone completely mad. i wish i could close my eyes, unfasten the tether that keeps me tied to this hot heavy earth and float away. but there are five fucking fingers curled around my throat...staggering my breaths. i wanna scrub this sky down to a white canvas. dash it with a few well-guided strokes. i want something new cos the way they all talk and move (selfishness decadence hedonism we're all falling apart)...i cant understand. and the way i tickticktick i'll never understand.

oh, did i ever i took the wrong way home.