The only thing to keep me insane is the smell of the rain & my throbbing head vein.
Disco Nighted, only one.
In hindsight I have eyes on my buttocks.
There is so much that I could do but I am done.
We thought the program could not exist alone outside of monitor.
We are wrong.
We can only hope & pray nothing happens, that something will stop this insanity.
Until then we sit in lonely fear as the blood pumps faster & the eyes grow wetter.
If it was anywhere but here...