Rabbit Hole Of My Mind...

There a ticking, there is always a ticking. For as long as i can remember, i do not have a heart beat..or atleast one i can hear. Is it obvious?The ticking was steady always on time, always something i could count on, i knew who i was, i knew the tick. The ticking has gotten fast, or i have gotten slower either one of the two would do.

I walk around aimlessly, listening to my mind, listening for the heart beat i can not hear. At this point i had made my way down to the street, i heard the rain, or atleast i think i heard the rain. I was never sure if i really heard a noise, a sound, beat of sanity. But i always assumed it would be beautiful. The rain that is, hitting the ground, being so perfectly pure. I was not sure who i was, or what i was doing here, but i am almost certain that this was where i needed to be. All around me the people walked, I am sure that they did not hear the things that i heard. They had a heart beat, they had a life, and knew who they were.

I found a park bench and sat on it. I continued to watch the people so oblivious to the world around them. You would be amazed at how many people have no idea what is going on around them. If i could light a match to the world, and end this suffering. If i started at the darkest place in the world, it would start in my mind. I would burn and leave the world, and leave it to burn. Ending itself , canceling out the evil. Maybe then the world would be more aware of its surroundings. A quick turn was all it took to be sure that heard the voice, yes i heard the voice. For a brief second i felt human, almost surreal, out of body, and out of mind...

 

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