The sky, picturesque and bright
waiting to be replaced by the coming storms
The clouds, silk-like and white
Tranquil , floating
waiting to burst into falling rain
My sanity, losing itself to
melancholy and despair
waiting for a bullet to burst my brain ---
I never realised how nice the view from my window is. I can look out and see the sky, I can peer closely and see other people, just like me – gazing out into the enticing sunshine, I can look down and see people rush through the hustle and bustle of life. Fools rushing to their graves. Jaywalkers everywhere, a incessant stream of people running across roads, risking their lives, rushing towards death.
This is ridiculous. I’m going out for a walk.