PATH

I screamed (five times that day) and nobody could hear me. The drizzly rain diluted my salty tears and they all turned into little streams of waste. Tiny rivers, that soiled my existence in this city. At least for one day. I walked for miles and wondered at the passing cars and people. There were that many…

I slammed the door a tad too hard that day and it was still ringing in my head. The noise of change. The melody of a broken chain, that guards the gates..the path of a dishonest future. I make decisions for the others and shut the windows down, taking away the sunsets of their own imagination. It causes violent rage and obscene storms of emotions.

You know, I never knew anger can be so seductive…

– Chatty Owl –