Downward Spiral

Stock image from google. If you can find the artist, let me know so I can credit them.
6/7/17



Down.


Down. 


Down.


Way below the Way Down. In the darkness where everything breeds with sadness until it's all nothing.

Crawl down into the deep. Searching for safety in solidarity with solitude. Fortress of darkness. Mistress of All Alone. 

Sink into it like a mattress that's too soft. 

Hear the subway trains fly by on their tracks. Coming from nowhere. Headed to no destination in particular. Cars packed full of fast thoughts. Racing, Racing, let them pass. 

Catch a face in a window. And another. Faces become thoughts again, not just subway cars blurring by.

Transfixing thoughts. 

Parasitic thoughts that crawl into your ear and lay their parasite thought eggs; eating your brain until they are all consuming.

Paranoid, parasitic, passengers. 

Try to crawl further down. 

Below the subways with the parasite passengers.

Train cars whizzing overhead, like so many flies on carrion.

No refuge to be found in the Way Down.

No quiet.

No peace.

No clarity.

Just train cars...

And the only way out is UP.