16/05/2017

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

What's this all about?

My photo
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart; and his friends can only read the title.