∰|A.Y.T.Y.K.S.

And suddenly everything is ripped out from under you. Only now do you realize how much stability and peace of mind was a privilege after its been taken and torn. Shreds burn infront your eyes. Mocking. But its too late to be grateful now, when you're left with no surface to stand on and only your arms to grasp and ground. Every single thing is left tense and can never be undone. Only the folds in your face are left recognizable now. 

How does someone digest this sort of thing, when there is no one left to consult? It feels so far away, and any hope of closure or reasoning is left to the crumpled undergrowth of a studio apartment. Where is your closure? Your friends? You see it don't you? the gaping lack of utter *anything* inside of you. Its hungry and you don't know how to feed it. Its hurting and you don't know how to heal it. You're left crippled, defeated-- a rabie ridden dog left to wander. 

The worst part is, you don't know why. By god if anyone were to know why it'd be you. But you don't, you never did. And suddenly they're aliens to you, foreigners from across the world-- staring at you like you're the one whos obscured. They left you out because you wouldn't understand. This was theirs to taste, their blasphemous suicide. There is no heaven now, and they took that from you aswell. It was not their intention, but rationality isn't something they can conceive anymore.

And you think you know someone.