mazeways

you are on the bus home from work. thirty others fill almost every available seat. they all have somewhere to be.

the orange line car smells overwhelmingly metallic, like blood. work left you feeling hollow. you push it from your mind.

parts of you feel crushed. you need this, don't you, Needles? everything is connected and you feel at home beneath the yawning black sky. why are you feeling so down?

everyone is my enemy
no one is my enemy

{ quit mazeway }