i am a soul with a whistle
Stops. My heart stops pounding. Feeling weak. Cant breath. Papaer bag is over my head. I let out flatulence, and cant bear the smell of my own wrong doing. I look over the room to the man with man boobs. He is staring at me. Staring at my suffering soul. Im feeling a sense of love, a warm sensation is trickiling down my leg. I am urinating. No control of what happens, I wake up. It was all a dream.