It's wierd my brain is on a spree, just thinking about anything. The crinkle of the wrapper under my desk when i get up. Over analyzing the little things making things seem a little less dull. Waking up i realized that things are only meant to be when you believe it to be that way. A change is not really a change at all, but rather a new norm. He woke up in the middle of the night with his mouth open and chalked full of emotions. He removed his soft silk comforter and stepped on the cold hardwood of the bedroom. He looked up and noticed that the fire detector was low on battery, he'd have to change that later. He walked passed the familiar pile of clothes and entered his kingdom. The bathroom was freezing, the window was still open after his shower a couple hours ago. He looked down at the blue and white linoleum and noticed that there was blood on the ground. little droplets, origins unknown. he slowly peered over to his right and gazed into stench of his workout clothes. With a smirk he looked up at the mirror, the lights were off. Blood was streaming down his face, out of his pores. It started to curdle and blot. He found himself asleep on the floor. he couldn't move, pressure in his chest. nausea, and a feeling of comfort as he arose onto the emergency bed. He looked up at the familiar sqaure tiles and wondered if he was in heaven.
the lights were skipping across his face and he saw blurred outlines of people looking down at him. He was still alive in this hell hole. Months later he was back in his bed under the warm soil from where he once started. Where all endings come. he woke up in his coffin.
Jogging, sprinting my mind is running loose. and it's never been like thats before.
What have you opened up in me keeks
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