i am the enemy, i am the war, the black cloud on the sunny day. i will bring rain storms, winds that knock down the glass houses i've built. i am a massive fault line, the shifting of tectonic plates, the entire goddamn earth enveloping cities, streets, families and most of all lovers. it's salt water in a shot glass. it's the snot mixed with saline, the not-so-pretty crying not shown on television. it's real life. it's the blade in my hand, on my skin, in my flesh. it's being alive, but not wanting to be. it's trying.
