The universe speaks at the tone of a calm heartbeat,
It's no wonder I haven't heard it as of late,
mine has been beating so fast,
it's turned my head into a volcano on the verge of eruption,
to the point that a stray leaf landing in my midst,
has the potential to awaken complete and total oblivion.

A pebble into a pond causes destructive white waters,
like a single drop of water into hot oil,
I'd fry my hand whole just to stop the shaking,
caused from vision blurred in red,
and knuckles painted purple,
from taking my anger out on the ground beneath me,
as I...