I have been separated from my whole by the inescapable noise of today. The cacophony of lights, the echo of colour, the deafening burden of stupidity. I want to return to myself, but the endless road home is lost to me shrouded in a fog of banality so thick I choke on it's emptiness. My head collapses from the strain of grinning for sheep in sheep's clothing, nodding in the right place and hiding controversy and argument behind tedium and agreement. My stomach churns vile acidic eruptions at every shortened phrase and misplaced rage.
I have to leave for the sake of the me that is lost in the hills looking down in the valley of shadows.
1 comment:
That's all very well, Chainz, but would you happen to know of a place where I might buy some buttons?
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