i was it's one of those moments full of rage rage like a tornado storming in your veins consuming you deadly a mix of overwhelming and pleasing a phase of heaven and then of hell it's one of those moments full of emptiness emptiness like flying over everything you want to leave behind, all deadly seen, deadly felt, deadly heard limited, one color, tiny I just remember that I was lonely, dead music storming into my eardrums, tiny, one color, limited It's nothing new, nothing frightening, nothing exciting I'm used to it















