End 1994

April 19, 1994 | Red Jocks

They’re all the same. I sit in silence, with memories on auto play. A feeling of anger combined with a surge of pain. I recognise the face staring back at me and hold his thoughts beating helplessly in real time.

I remember a slight thud. Questioning my emotions. Unsatisfied?

Silently whispers a universe of the mind. Visible only to the blind. These moments repeat endless times throughout the day. This place with deadly seasons where nothing grows. I hear the gentle sobbing with confusing bliss. Nothing to explain the chaos that falls on deaf ears.

Eyes tremble and bones snap. Trapped in someone else’s mind, while spectators take their seats, detached. This time I’ll have the last word!