Life has a funny way of working out the kinks.
I have this rage inside my chest, I’m blowing air into it like into an instrument, the throat is the body, and the lower jaw and tongue are my bell (the end part).
AAAAAAH get the fuck out! Get out of my chest. What do you want from me?
What, do you, want, from ME! stop
But it won’t let go, it just makes it worse.
These convulsions inside my chest are unbearable. I’m trying my best to tame the beast but sometimes I just want to rip things to pieces.
What do you want from me?
There is so much silence everywhere. Does anyone else see it?
It’d be nice if it was acknowledged more often but that would probably spoil the interactions, and the gibberish would come.