I was screaming in the car today. A primal and deep scream that tore my core and burned my throat filling it up immediately with thick ashes.
No more air, expelling without breathing in- giving without taking, for a life, for my life. I stopped the car and my arms extended far, nails first. I was tearing a veil covering all I could see. All the pettiness, the acid envy corroding them, the blandness without the simplicity the déjà vu never done. I saw many images today trying to make them special but it seemed to be a sterile call.