God, snap out of it! you’re staring into space again, dimwit.
I’m ironing out my plans, it’s still a bit crumpled, ya know. Geez, I can’t do it right now. I can’t! I just said it! My…
I’m getting there…
where?
almost there…
hey, do you even know where you’re headed?
damn, beats me.
I know where I should be. I know where I should throw and glue myself in. I’ll start from here. I’m working on it now. No one would get in my way….but, myself. Ahhh! I am my worst enemy. I don’t know how to get this piece of shit out of me. What am i doing strapping myself with steel bars? Can you imagine that? Haha. (this is not a laughing matter). In a way, every single thing becomes phantasmagorical to my eyes…and for a moment, I never have to think about what would happen next…and I just wanna stay where I am. But yeah, the yanking of the devil never stops and slapping me hard with reality.
Close your eyes.
Your mind might take you there.
to regain the things that you’ve lost.
to have the the grit to escape…
to blast off without wanting to fall back.
