If you want to know what I have in my mind
I'll hand you this crumpled piece of paper
Lying beside the trash. The one laid horizontal by the stray dogs excavating for gourmet.
I've stopped thinking. The only originality I've ever had is slowly fading into the anonymity, holding the hand of introspection. I've lost my virtue of judgement. I've flown with the current down the rabbit hole into the free fall of enigmatic bleakness. All the light around blinds my eyes. The noise mines my bleeding ears. Everyone speaks. I hear gibberish. I'm cold. Uncaring, untouched, unmoved. I hate. I hate...