i'm always feeling so close to earth.
crackling signals; they float around me
they're from everyone, from everywhere and sometimes i don't know if i'm black or blue-
wounded.

drawn, magnetised
down to the rocks
where the worst of the worst is buried
where it's brought back up again to greet me
when i arrive.

it's times like these when i wish i could fly.

the past is faded
and i wish it could come back
the present is fleeting
i hate what it is
the future grim
bracing for when
i hit

the worst of the worst.


a/n: this is the beginning of a novella i'm working on. the structure is abnormal, but then so am i.