the central theorem of this life is to float, float, float. like a sharp pain in your chest, to float is to live. float – you will see everyone slide backwards as the bus, unmoving, sits and waits. you must float. there’s is no other way.
you can float while your heart breaks. you can float while your body breaks. you can float while the world, thickened by all existence, dissolves into its sky.
a pain reverbrates from the epicentre of my body, murmuring the human beauty i will never touch. quite frankly it makes me want to cry. i will never touch your skin, or hear you address me by name. it is a terrible conclusion to come to.
to be a spectacle of thousands is to build a barrier between yourself and the world, to perch yourself at an unfathomable height and live a suspended existence.