A letter to the world. |
Public Announcement: The End. I am hopeless, restless, waiting for the end of the day. Nothing ever happens. I am portrayed within my remains. Today my remains piled up at my feet. My remains crumbled from my face. I am decomposing. I am going down. I am waiting for the sun to go down. Nothing ever happens. I am trembling. My remains are trembling. I can’t hold still. I want to hurt myself. I need something to focus on but nothing will ever happen. My hands are still trembling. This is a dream. This is a nightmare. I won’t wake up. Nothing ever happens. I am surrounded by noise. The noise gets louder and louder. It accelerates. I can’t stand the noise. It’s the noise of people breathing and talking and laughing. My brain convulses. Nothing ever is the end. It smells like shit and cold blood.The smell forces into my nostrils. I don't want to breathe, but I have to. Nothing will ever change this. I wish there was something to get me out. I've been praying for days on end, but God doesn't listen. God doesn't exist. I don’t exist. This is a dream. Nothing ever is the end. I give up. The sun goes down. I go down. It is warm or cold. The sky is black or white. I am not sure. Nothing is sure. Nothing is safe. I am packed with cotton. My remains are wrapped in cotton, waiting for a new day. Whatever will be. Nothing will be. M. J. Allison |