I am desperate to get anything down, I am desperate to escape.
All that life gives in happiness I am told comes from structure.
All I am are moments of self caving to impulse. There is something terribly missing from my sense of reality.
I stand under a light. What is this here at my feet?
Hmm. Let me s——-
A hand tears me away into darkness
If this were a movie you would see me horror recede, feeling the violence of one moment -this- the next THAT.
I am not a movie. I am a series of disconnected events.
One moment I have been looking at this curious thought at my feet.
The next I have been hurtling through space.
The next I have been standing here alone in the dark.