My head is in the clouds and I cannot see the sun.

It’s all just clashing into one another like dominoes, black pieces of plastic toppling over to revisit the number on the other side. The past, the future, and this bank vault in the center of everything. It’s all centered within the barriers of society, like a jail, a jail where no visitors are allowed. Dominoes caving in all around me as the bars bend and break under the sheer sadness of fallen objects, it’s all starting to linger outwards like the high tide infecting the shoreline. Everything, everybody, it’s all spilling onto the restricted canvass nobody was ever meant to see. All these bottled up emotions and tied up excuses, all knotted up to the same anchor to drown one personal individual at a time. Loneliness. The cancer I’ve visited before has now become a room in the mind where the crazies are sent. Where the crazies are drowned, tortured and condemned to their own terrifying thoughts. That’s all you’ve ever had to do, ya know? Just leave me all by myself to sink my own battleship. That is all that has to happen for somebody to disappear like the rain, maybe I’ll return someday and create a rainbow to shine down upon little girls and boys, but right now, right now I can only get lost in the grey clouds.