Overcast

Dusty book jackets. Plastic wrappers laid out in disarray. My fingers sinks itself into the matt surfaces. Sandy.

Sometimes, I feel like I am being electrocuted. Calm one moment, absolutely pumped up the next.

The violent hurricane is over. Clouds still hang above, so on the edge of rain. There is no lightning as far as I can tell.

He sits on his tower, overseeing everything and everyone. But everyone is bounded and chained. And everything, everything is irrelevant.

The trivial pursuit of that which isn't even tangible is almost sickening to imagine.

There is no happiness at the absence of despair, only a calm. Ripples and waves, almost too methodical to be natural.

She plays hide and seek among the rubble. What is to say she was not the one who caused the collapse? She is never seen again.

Aches and bruises are the trophies. Embrace them. Love them.

Tear their throats apart. The only way to win is with haste. Mercy is for the weak. Friends only serve to function as your first victims.

If you can't feel the pain of running, would you ever stop? A race without end. Purpose is lost once the games began.