Absurd Chaos

What is wrong with you? He said He looked her over. She was wearing her best outfit yet; new pumpkin coloured coat, the new black skinny that made her look taller, new brown quirky ankle boots and a band t-shirt: The Droogs (she made up the band, created the logo and printed on the tee). It's the best because it's the newest. what do you mean what is wrong with me?! It's the same old song. You're lost. Yes! Again! Alright, let's retrace your steps. The earliest memory I have is of the abandoned green kiosk- Yellow. It's green today! Okay. So I was standing in front of the green kiosk holding my favourite bottle of nothing when I heard a low moan… The usual bed bug? Yes. Poor soul. Maybe we should get her a Doctor. Bed bug doctors are extinct. Oh. And so I turned around and headed towards her… fancy an ice cream cone? Sure, but we'll regret this later, it's very cold! She smiled. I asked her what is wrong? She said she’s been broken a...

Hey girl lots of changes ahead like you need to be warned? you think you finally came back to a permanent (for now) land you feel safe and secure after an awful year full of death and loss and changes they're still going to happen two more deaths and three more changes they will break you traumatise you give you depression and severe anxiety but please remind me in five years to live in the moment I already loved, it wasn't too scary I already lost, I'm still recovering I've lived the worst day of your life you should have been there! I needed your know-it-all ass to tell me it's okay to remind me that it's not my fault but that's just a fantasy because I know how guilty you are now even before it happens. remember that thing that haunted us for 10 years? remember those bad dreams and longful memories? we should have done something about them, didn't we? did we fail? did i fail? but what is failure? I don't know. to many...

november, december, january and fabruary, the months roll by, sunsets and sunshines each day similar to its predecessor the only difference is these prison bars they're getting wider the iron is rusting and the air is vile there's no ceiling or ground but i make no move to get up forever mesmerised by that sad ...face behind the bars