bullets.//

so where are my front line soldiers?....

i am about to explode into to something beautifully strange...

creation...is never invalid...

this i must remember...
wiz

I have to do something.
I can't take this.
I can't take it.
I can't take what is around.
I have to jump away and out.
I have to jump to that next thing, that next land.
My inside self is about to explode and rush outward.
It is spreading, it will seep out like the sea.
I will become blue. I will become the hazy sea night.
I have to change something right now.
I have to connect to something.
I have know
I have know
idea what it is.
What act-ion. What era
what place, i will go now
i will go
i will stay, but i will be going
now
i know
where
not