Life, Death and Everything in Between
Life is crazy.
Institutionalized and medicated, making everyday worth the time wasted through thick and thin, as if momentum tended towards infinity. Dealing with the treacherous ways of Everything in Between, seeking for air to breath while submerged in the waters that never broke. Left to decay, as the fish take bites of the skin that peels. Oh, the fish... determined to feed with no satisfaction in sight. Once they were beautiful moments, memories uncanny. But they were given the time necessary to become the trauma inducing situations that It carries.
Yeah, Life is crazy. Because it's nowhere far from lunacy to consider the helping hand as equivalent to the snack in the way. Yeah, keep biting the hand that feeds and you'll be left waiting for the results. Life isn't responsible for enacting dramas or enforcing consequences. It just walks, and walks, and continues to become whatever it may, and promptly forgets the path already walked. It's not the first time after all. It is a never-ending cycle, as It reaches the edge of Everything in Between.
It should not come as a surprise what lies at the end... there on the cold floor where blood was once spilled. There where rock and bottom meet for an unwanted union of lust and disgust. But still It walks ahead, the unstoppable force. It leans forward and takes a glimpse at the void... It smiles. The only way out is through, but the circumstances... heating up the clay, avoiding logic, exonerating all possible change from repercussions. Watch the sky for me and memorize the stars, so when I'm finally blinded by the light your hand can still guide me. Or don't, I don't care, it's none of my business after all. That's why you left, that's why you walk. Just make sure to avoid me when you come around these trees again. Otherwise I won't be held responsible for my inaction and stillness, for I am that immovable object that negates your existence.
Perhaps the smoke in your eyes is actually helpful. Ignorance is bliss after all. Embrace it as you walk away, the silhouette of my shadow, painted on the floor as I stare at the mushrooms. And if ever the rain falls on you, let it slide and don't think about the golden color. It's just the sun burning the thousand dreams I once had. Did you try the cool-aid? I did, it's not like the purple berries... yet I'm pretty sure the taste will be of your liking. Don't play stupid, you know where you're headed. Take me with you. Stop acting like you're so much better just because you've done this before. This is your walk of shame and you lost my respect when you said "hello" so, why pretend?
Sometimes it's better if you just don't wake up. Then there's other times when it's better if I don't. Then you ask "better for who?" and the convulsions begin. It's ok, you don't need to care. Keep the self-destructive tendencies updated and reach out when the attention you get isn't enough. Careful not to touch the blade, I cleaned the floor with your intentions and I would hate to have to do it again... not really. I kinda' liked it actually. The inaccuracies are what make you whole, you said. I guess no road is ever truly clear. These are no boots and the flames ain't burning for my sandals so, why should I give in?
Crazy... you want to know what IS crazy? Ideas that linger and fade away when the "I don't give a fuck" army comes along. The chanting, the marching, the battle, the blood, gore galore and all that's left is a dollar bill to file a complaint that no one will ever read. Life isn't crazy, It's the sugar that drives it mad, it's the cocaine in the air tonight, the salt dripping from my back. You can see the powders too, if you look hard enough. But if you look to hard, Life will send the cops for you and falsely claim that you groped her. Because when Life gives you lemons, the only rational thing to do is to squeeze the rancid acid... let it be spilled indiscriminately in her eyes for our enjoyment.
All Life left me with was the negativity and the underlining hatred towards roaches and ticks. Everything in between was the sea of disgustingness I had to swim. "Had" because no other options were available. And when I finally reached shore, Life had changed clothes. It wore a long black dress and in its hand, an inhaler. "Asthma is everywhere" Life claimed, arm extended towards me, still lying on the sand, puking weeds, dead fish and a bucket of salt water. I chose not to take Life's hand. I know better now so, I just stood up and lit a cigarette. The smoke was coming out of the bullet wounds left by your 9 (mm) words. Don't talk to me about honesty, all you teach is fake, all you give is lies, all you see is me.
Alas the walk was over. I looked at you and your smile made me sick, like everything that brings you happiness. It's my fault for choosing the way of the courier, for being the carrier of the key that solves your puzzle. These days have found the infinite path, and now the pass without remorse or regard for any kind of wellbeing... and I say it's enough. A statement unbroken for now it's my turn to give the beating. Now I hold the knife. Now I cut your fading memory and delve in the empty spaces of my mind. Now I walk because, Life and Everything in Between may be crazy but, Death is where sanity lies. Death is where sanity sleeps.
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