#explosionsking

      “  Y’GOTTA BE CAREFUL, DUDE.  ” 

      Cautiously, like he’s reaching towards an actual burning flame — he clamps both of the guy’s cheeks in his hands, giving him a remarkably somber look in spite of the content of his words.

      “  Or your face... is gonna stay like that. Maybe it’s already stuck like that? Ha! ”

        the drainage tube & oxygen mask are required---- but it blocks out his peripheral vision, which is already quite poor. vaguely, he can heard a door open in the far left-hand corner---- his eyelids lift upwards at every little sound ( the shuddering of the sliding door, the clatter of metal on trays---- such a humorless place ) a blink as his eyes attempt to focus on his current guest. ❝ ah, you’re best jeanist’s----? ❞ he’d heard a bit about him. but why’s he chosen to visit----?

‘      things   are   different .      ’       he   does   not   cling   to   remain   that   child   that   life   was   looking   at   him .   it   was   time   to   take   flight .   leave   the   nest ,   navigate   against   the   current ,   travel   paths .   undertake   adventures ,   shoot   down   mills .   face   life   with   courage   and   will .   the   reflection :   it   is   the   soul   still   without   looking .   and   he   will   insist   until   he   finds   it .   mandible   and   teeth ,   crushing   snack   in   his   mouth   was   a   sound   before   this   silence   that   remained   before   continuing   the   idea .       ‘      yeah ,   a   shit   but   if   it   is   for   yourself  . . .   worth   it .      ’