they bang on drums in the back of my mind, I smile, content, while I want to rip out their eyes

[clevercrayon]

"I returned to the ground. I was alone on the green lawn but for a blackbird shuddering in the grass. Another bird with eyes like fruitless corn cobs fluttered a few feet away, unable to move from the ground. A third crouched behind a bush. His wings were huge, purple and blue and black and green all at once, and he held them above his head as if shielding himself from unfalling rain, the sun. I had killed them all in my hands to feel the winds under me--I stole their flight."

this made me wish I had any dreams at all.



So. I feel so angry all the time. I try and figure out why I'm so bitter towards everything. but I just yell at the next person that passes me by.