welikeus

Why this? Why that?  Why anything that's not what it is? Why should it be?  Why shouldn't it be? Why should anything be what it is not? Must I? Can I? Should I? Decisions. Guilt, stubbornness, regret,  or giving in to it so that I don't have to face the consequences of what it will become.

This is just exactly what I saw Only it looks better in the inside of my head. You see, the tracks from my brain to my fingers only run one way & they're bloody things, well worn & under-nourished. Not unlike the faces of starving children. There's a vacant teepee. It reminds me of a used firecracker, just a shell of something brilliant, the casing of something that used to be more of a something. Makes me think- we all need some company on the inside to make us whole. Anyway, the teepee shrugged in the wind & flapped open, ashes from the inside flew out & swarmed my gasping mouth like vultures to the freshly dead. They taste