Sunday, December 23, 2012

A familiar state of mind.

He stands at the concrete shore: air conditioned. Thick lifeless waves pet his legs to sleep. A tired boat, starving to death, crawls towards him at a deafening pace. Toxic fumes mold his thoughts into a mindless freeze. The muted distress of explosions remains in the distance, respectful of not disturbing his Technicolor dreams. He eats.