Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

How do I write the one thing we’re all thinking? 
Maybe if I don’t think about the words 
Just the feeling that has saturated us.
I’m almost imploding from the pressure of how how strong this collective is.
How heavy a massed reality. 
A billion noses smelling the same thing.
They smell the money... and all the dogs....they’re hungry.

I’m both dog and spectator 
I’ve smelled and grown savage 
Tucked chin to chest and pocketed hell’s fury in preparation to crowd.
Til I turned and heard a thunder clap of growls at my rear, they were a million deep 
a fatal goodbye wish, quick 
I grew timid as I looked into their eyes and saw, not my own insecurity.....but hunger, sending chills down my spine.
Hunger so deep, 
So present ,
So overdue , 
It was the moment I only knew what they craved was the flesh of any beast daring enough to stand before them
Nothing would be left of their bones if they had it their way .... and they would. 

So where am I going? 

The rapture came sooner than I thought, and what remained of the old world is lonelier than I had ever imagined
I’m a commentator of a most epic game of ghost, where the players cannot be seen
Now, only fragments of my memory of what it used to be to have beings to play with 
All my words feel the emptiest
All my steps fall upon an Earth I’m alone 
Its great. Its confusing. Its all my friends wondering if I exist. Its make believe in high gear. A play pretend that won’t end even when I’m begging for something to make sense in psychosis. For the possibilities to feel real even once.
Where am I going..