looking over there and i see blinking red, brown and blaack lights..

looking over there and i see the blanket that calls with it's haunting melody; begging me to drape her over me and let my warmth envelope her..

looking over there (above) and i see the seagulls that pierce my ears with illogical and incoherent ramblings that cloud my judgment..

looking over there (below) and i see the dirt that looks up at me.. there once was a man that said "i looked into the abyss and the abyss looked into me... and neither of us liked what we saw..".. That’s the kinda feeling the dirt evokes..

looking over there and i see myself in the mirror staring at me in disgust. - he too, although kind, cheap words saying he's proud of who i am.. the eyes tell another story.. loathing every little movement and sound i make..

looking over there (behind) and i see every silly little person that has asked something from me that i cannot give.. and then, they unjustifiably decide that i am incapable of being part of their lives..

looking over there (outside) and i see the ones and zeroes that create my life, and alternate persona.. i marvel at his forwardness and perverseness.. right before deciding he's nothing but a grain of sand in the desert of burning pieces of copper and melted hearts, frozen into a sick, unbreakable lump of a jigsaw puzzle that can never be put together..

looking over there (inside) and i see the person i am supposed to be.. being pushed into the room next to the darkest room in my mind to be locked away.. forever in mediocrity.


...so how was your week..?