i'm scared. there's a strong feeling...this thing that was almost wrapped in the palm has slipped. a finger flexed slightly, out of carelessness, and it went down...this dream, shattering like a wine glass before the long awaited drink was poured in.

release me

a whirlpool of thoughts..
the devastated freshness of a new day.

i want to go into a transient benign coma and come out screeching,
take a quick flight to the top of the world and spit out all this agonising frustration into the deepest gorge,
make a quick trip to my mansion to lay in the quietness of the cool water in the bath tub and resurface breathing aloud.

'their' senselessness..an enigma..it transcends my reasoning.
'their' life abating with every passing breath.

the frustration was trying to break free, the excruciation ripping off my head. it is times like these that 'they' go find solace in those pills and injections, not realising 'they're' out of their senses. the pills and injections become rejuvnators then. 'they' soon become destiny's children.