Have you ever felt like a bomb about to go off. And I don’t mean like go crazy. The type of going off where cant help but grin and giggle uncontrollably. When you have that I-Have-A-Secret-Feeling and just don’t know any more. What about the straw that broke the camels back. What did the straw feel like? Maybe it felt guilty. " I really didn’t mean to break its back. I didn’t decide to put myself there." Maybe the straw felt happy that it, a tiny little piece of straw brought down a mighty camel. But what happens when the bomb goes off. Tickety tock tickety tock say the clock that’s wired to the bomb about to go off. Do you explode and just decide that you done with what ever it is that your done with? Or do you implode and sick deeper into your self, deeper than you thought possible. But then what? Do you listen to your self and do what you say to your self to do? Or do you listen to you other self? Or maybe your other self? But what if you don’t have that killer instinct. You can go for the kill but question it. Why is that. Why do you question it. What stops you from taking that last step. Morality? The future? Or do you just not have the gut. But take a step back. What if you cant even position you and the other to the position for the kill. Or even just injure them. Why not? Why why why ? why is that. Are you afraid? Are you? Attack or forget? And when the bomb goes off what happens the remains? Do they just turn to dust and float away? Do they still burn and light the grass on fire? Is the bomb a dud. Does it even go off?
who pulled the trigger when the valleys close their gap? who decided the power was allowed to crush the trees and birds inbetween?when the moutains creaked and groaned sparkling in the night or dark bleakness...i shot the sherrif!! and we work together for the plan.....all of us share the underlying thought... of 'i know who you are....................................................
