Slowly....

A simple paranoia. The look of fear - the fear of white. A cock of the head, a look of distrust, a simple memoir of coliding dreams. The wavering eyes that never seem to look straight. The careful ease at which they fall to the dirt-ridden floor.

And in the end you're only betraying yourself.

What's there to say? In the end, it's all the same. The profound, the inept, all meet together to form the universe. A one, a whole...

a nothingness.