such a bad idea..

there might as well be no time.. what's the point? You will not even realize the world passing beneath your roots.. all will be the same.. all will be worthless.. your only distinction... that u have none. Stupid stupid idea.. you will continue to hate what you are about to become.

lunchtime at le commensal..
there was i..
no..
there i was..
out the window, no signs of a stormy petrel..
it's probably too big to see
I can only peck away when i've lost
all feeling
then I shall see my own reflection
through the void..