The Regurgitation of Emotive Illustrations

OURSELVES.

my ears were burning.
hyperventilating, probably. skewed towards mars.

the invisible moon, i didn't take notice of.
purposefully concealed inbetween my eyes. the bridge breaks.

there it fell. about half past ten --- no one injured
but one was missing.

his name was right there in the list.
i saw it. i read it.

whiteskyblue, i remembered. where was he? i studied the wreckage.
it struck me, estimated two seconds later.

he didn't thought he could survive. maybe he chose to leave.
fuckin' stupid. his desensitized senses, i pity.

let's go, i announced to the crowd. some refused.
i left. i didn't care much.

those who stayed, strong believers themselves.
they saw what i'd seen. he needed help.

he'd lost his faith. something unprovided.
something unfounded by others.

it's something deeper, somewhere hidden in him.
only he can find it within himself.

ourselves.