datura

This is just some junkity junk. I write like I vomit(metaphor, I actually hate throwing up): all at once with little premeditation. Sometimes it's pretty with neat colors, and sometimes it's just ugly and I just need to flush the loo.

'Atomic Particles'

My emotions feel like a nuclear reactor pushing the safety limits. I feel a melt-down inside of me, threatening the innocent city of myself nearby. A thousand timy fragments of me all going about their day. The ego, self confidence, productivity, energy, hope, desire...all these tiny beings living inside the city of my body, my flesh forming the atom breaking machine, my spine the chamber about to explode. A few worked inside myself scream, try to send out a warning, but the gamma rays of my stress and inability to cope with insanity melt them down before their voices carry. They are but mere whispers on the wind, embers burnt and gone before even touching the ground.