the daily nihilist no.6

Resistence is futile.

Or was it existence?

a wish . the daily nihilist no.5

every time I wake up
every single time I hear the sound
.
I wish I could walk out of the doors this instant
I wish I could leave behind
this suffocating machinery of humans

I would run to the nearest woodland
.
woodland so dense that thick tall trees
are the only thing you can see for miles 
a forest where no one can see me
and no one can hear my cries

I would start screaming
from top of my lungs and
from bottom of my heart
.
until there's no more air
left in the lungs and 
both my mouth and tears are dry

I would scream even if it hurt my throat
I would scream despite losing voice
I would scream until on my knees and passed out
then, finally, there would be no more noise