Flicker.

It becomes so hard to explain. Thoughts drain so much that they can barely be anywhere but the head. There are so many things to say that all is lost and everything becomes absurd. I can only laugh.

What's worse than dealing with a narrow mind? Having to argue against it. Trying to find the sense in what it can say and rejecting the idea that there is none. Keeping mum about how things have been turned upside down. I know where they lead to. Never getting there is worth every lie.

What dissolves fear? Anger. Everything becomes too pointless to consider that the situation becomes annoying already. What lies ahead suddenly seems to be never as worth the emotions as the present. The overwhelming want is to crush thoughts to the face. Courage is almost found.

What's next? Beats me. Happy-happy seems too silly. Wrong. A sudden snap? Wrong. Or am I just locked up? I don't know. I shouldn't be.

What to believe in? Everything deceives. Crazy's a cliche already. A sad face almost looks funny. Rejection's too dull to cut. If there's one lost person here, it would have to be me. Things are being said for things's sake. But I don't know which are.

I wonder if being human gives the right to rage. But there's something that's always above everything. Getting there is a struggle. But there's no other right thing to do. Just for now, I dream away while the world is in perfect chaos.