Existing

It's as if I'm in a basement.



The four towering walls envelope me in a black coat.

An air that is so thick yet so cold.

There is nothing going on outside of these bricks.

In isolation it is easy to feel alarmed by another being. A fear surrounds me that somebody, a stranger, would open the door above me, and I would look up, vulnerable.

I'd be cuddling my knees like a child, undeniably, helplessly.

Wrapped in an imaginary blanket, and rocking, I'd be floating in a hypnotic state of dreaming.


A creaking floor board underneath me would remind me that

I

am

existing.

Within the darkness I'd find a co-ordinate to focus my my eyes upon. I'd stare so intensely.

Taking sinister delight in how my body clock would fail to work inside my blank canvas.


This is how I feel, this is what I imagine, when I listen to Intro.