Lost deep in thought, thinking of nothing really at all. Your head,immobile against the window. The only life you feel, is that the music that floats around you, the music that floats in you. The world seems to move about perfectly normal yet it doesn't register. The umbilical cord that bound you to the word lost it traces ages ago and today you're only a cuckoo. The wishes that seemed to be whispering warnings in hushed tones today don't seem to matter any more. Nothing does!
You lie very still in the pool of your own blood. Nothing stirs within and outside of you except the hushed tones which are now probably screaming the movie that plays in your head. Johnny cut his throat open but no one heard anything he had to say. That's not how I . . That's not how I . . die. Seeing angels that you don't believe in. None that will come to your rescue. Seeing silver shinny horses running at you in all directions but these don't exist. The tale will never be sung. The movie will never be understood. The mind will never stop dressing up. Today it's dressed as a giant pig. The giant pig that grunts in mock laughter at what you have become. The giant pig that decides your future and feeds off the pity you have for yourself. That enjoys the froth that forms around it's mouth.
There are daisies spread across many many miles . But these daisies shine such darkness. You sit there gazing at nothingness that lies deep within your heart while you're looking at others banging their heads against the wall. Over and over again. The blades of cool breeze dig in your skin. Waiting.