Opened the pink ego box Shouldn’t have
A runner does not does cross the finish line until his chest touches the ribbon.
I have become Icarus II, having mined all of earths resources, I am earth’s obscure reference.
A child of Danny Boyle’s renegade film school.
I am Pi a drill to my head, hope that value will be forgotten and that I will live a life of happiness.
I am a man who see’s ants in every empty space, so lost in his own convoluted revenge plot that he is willing to sacrifice his own humanity for the sake of love.
I have left ashes in every foot step and every window pane I have shattered has left shards wedged between synapses, altered pathways leaving every challenge unfinished, each day ticks down to oblivion until unconsciousness replays ancient towers in cities I’ve lived as a child, markings left by a G-d I fear has abandoned me.
I am jacks inability to let go, no matter how frayed my skin becomes.
I am jacks fear that vicariously through Tyler is my only way of living.