Boom

The nature of the world clocks and ticks in one twos and three fours and fives sixes, but I’m still reluctant to feel the pulse. Dedicated to the craft of my feeling, I’ll lie that I feel just to fit in. But I’m in this space, this headspace outside of my head, and I’m experiencing and there’s smiling and laughing but I’m not really here and I’m not really seeing that. I’m easy at convincing myself. There aren’t patterns to this behavior, so I’ve been told, so beating on is all one can do. There are explosions and those explosions try to inform my truths but always end up warping in a lie. Lies. All over again and beating down lies. Cue the happiness as a light at the end of a seemingly endless tunnel. It’s got no end, there’s no end to this. This is living. This is coping. This is dead people hanging, this is snakes crawling, this is lamps pounding. This is all in my head. And I’m welcoming you there.