I remember and don’t remember at the same time. Like a fog that passes through my mind.
Images are mist that pass through the trail. Layers of dew collect; pools of layers become reflections. Touch the pool and see an echo of the past/future/ or dreams.
Strobe-lights of lightning take my picture.
This is what i do for fun, torture my soul.
It’s like a fall…
It’s like a dream.
I am nothing. (shut the fuck up, play the real game.)
I hate myself.
Laugh at me, laugh at me, laugh at me.
Because it’s so beautiful.