RED AND BLACK AND RED AND BLACK AND RED AND BLACK AND RED AND BLACK AND RED AND BLACK AND RED
I AM NOTHING BUT DISTORTED LINES AND TWISTING SHAPES.
IT IS SO LOUD, MY SENSES ARE AS TANGLED AS THE FLESH ON MY BODY.
MY FLESH IS MY BONE IS MY EYES IS MY TEETH IS MY SOUL.
NOTHING IS BIOLOGICAL NOR IS ANYTHING DIMENTIONAL.
MY BODY TWISTS AND LURCHES, AM I SCREAMING OR IS THE WORLD AROUND ME SCREAMING FOR ME.
MY SHAPELESS FRAMES IS SNAPPING AND FLINCHES AS EVERY CELL AND MOLECULE IN MY BODY BUBBLES AND BREATHES.
I TRY TO MOVE.
I MOVE WHATEVER MUSCLE AND TENDON I HAVE AND I REACH TO FEEL SOMETHING BEYOND JUST THE NOISE I FEEL.
MY SHAPELESS HAND STRUGGLES AND TREMBLES AS IT GASPS AND WAILS TO REACH FOR SOMETHING.
THE TIPS OF MY EDGES COLIDE WITH A SURFACE.
I PUSH FURTHER AND MY WRAP UNEVEN MASS OF FINGERS AROUND, AND PULL.
A CREAKING METALIC GROAN IS BARELY HEARD IN THE STATIC OF DISORDERED NOISE.
WITHIN THE VOID OF MY VISION, A LIGHT IS BARELY AHEAD OF ME.
IS IT TRUE?
CAN IT BE?
LET ME REACH OUT TO YOU
I AM SO CLOSE
IM SO CLOSE
... i think it was about 4am the last time i checked the clock. what day is it, saturday? wednesday? i lost track of the days again. ... i failed. the only sensations i feel is the stone of dissapointment set in my gut and the dull trobbing in my skull. clambering to my senses as the scratchy carpet under me begins to register under my disgusting skin. ... the red light above me has never felt more cold. .I am not home. But i tried so hard to be. yet ill never ... im sorry. ;