Monday



running so fast. on the track against a train. it doesn't sound its horn.
screaming so loud in a crowded shopping centre. no one turns a neck.
in frustration throwing knives and bombs at a building. no one dials a number.

it's loud.
it's strange.
it's unbearable.
it's ral.
it's confusing.
it's unfathomable.

it's in your head.

you could just give up.

you miss it all.
where are you?
who are you?
where are you heading?
plenty of questions.

where are the answers?

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