Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Red Blood, Red

Today I cut my finger.

And as I watched the blood seeping out of the wound, I felt the effervescence of life leaking out of me. What could have sparked such spontaneous melancholy from a single cut? The sickening realities of life overwhelmed me in an instant stupor. We numb ourselves to the pounding rush at the back of our heads telling us that we are drones committed to the hasty routines of daily life. 

I feel so drained now.

Red blood, red.

I'm gonna go plaster my wound now.

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