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The smoke--it slithered out of my dead lips, snaking into the fading sky as if my soul itself was finally freed. I watched with squinted eyes, ready for the collaspe of my city, myself. Yet there I stood, okay and without much damage. The silence thundered. To leave that house with that nice fire wasn't as easy as my stained mask shows. Here, in this pit slowly desaturating, I wait for a breath of vibrance. The mess, it's made, and ignored around me like a moat that I never intend to venture across. At least not yet. The buildings, they are tombstones of past glories. Not inviting or ever smiling. Just man's children, sprinkled around and obeying. Cigarette skeletons litter my tracks when I attempt to explore. The phone, it buzzes and shakes and chirps, and I stare politely at it, but remain in the shadows.

The people that were the stiches to my Frankensteined persona are gone for now. Absent with age and other preoccupations. So, excuse me, as I continue, the slowly unwinding thread dancing behind my back. My eyes, they're tired. Angry with me for their excessive work schedule. I've apologized. My mind, it's struggling to stay afloat in piranha-heavy waters. A snip, a bite, it's attacked. Numbers, people, voices--all for money. For paper dyed green and constructed for cocainers. For the symbol of death and happiness. I'm sinking, my legs go still shocking the others to strict harmony. I'm slipping under and my only company--the toothy fish--are gone. Under the concrete ripple, I'm a statue seeing nothing but black. No sound. No music. No thoughts. Suddenly, I shoot up, a cannonball spiraling into the stars. A comet, shining like a sparking shock, propels me into wonderful heights. I squint to see, to finally see. And there, amongst other shimmers of light, I close my eyes. The light quells and I calmly plummet down, down, down, back into my ocean. A moment of great chance, I abandon for what I feel is real. In my underwater shell, I know, that alone, I can finally desaturate and sleep.

Okay, now it's actually me again. haha. I woke up from a tiny, way-too-tiny, nap and felt this urge to write something different. Although this reeks of pity-party invitations, I assure you, I'm not depressed or disappointed. Just exaggerating everyday thoughts for the sake of being weird.