ignorance

like snails in mud. they are. they kill. they do not know. they never did. they fiercely guard their ridiculous territory. and maybe sometimes they dream about angels they would not recognize if they met them face to face.

the night is fast. more and more it forgets about the city. more and more it forgets about you and me. everything is just too fucked up to matter. ¨

the water is gone, replaced by cold teardrops. drink and forget. forget. no emotions. neutral purity. fences. unseeing eyes. this.

 

::: black :::