There’s a riot inside my head. I lay my ass down on the staircase, not fatigued but just in case. A million thoughts surge through my brain; a fatal collision and a decided division between the past and present indicate an unwanted descent of my sanity. Insanity. I laugh like a clown, draw doodles on the wall, leaning against another. My feet rest over the railing and I kick the skies above the ceiling
And I say “fuck you”.