Are there teeth in that man's head? He does not smile or talk. He won't eat. He has a jar by the bed where he keeps the teeth in his head. Each one a different shape, a different shade.
The broken ones are not on the jar by the bed or in the man's head. The broken ones are kept in a dark open room with nothing more than four broken teeth and the cut out of the words "The end."
I'm flying and flying until I stop. Flying was fun I feel nothing. The people laughed you will never fly. You're so small and you don't have any wings.
Back and forth on a play swing going high as the birds. The birds are smiling teasing me on" fly, fly," they say. I know I can fly... The birds smile's turn dark as I'm not flying anymore.
It all was slow almost peaceful as I stopped. I feel nothing. The sky turned to ground, flying turned to falling. No more dark smiles only nothing.
You can do anything.
I promise you can do anything.
It's possible just try.
Come on I know you can do it.
Fine don't do anything you worthless piece of...
Crying winds crash through the church doors as the cats stay frozen to the ceiling. Glowing ladybugs danced at the foot of the alter.
A bony hand rips a page out from the oldest book on the oldest bookshelf. The yellowing page from the book is dropped on the ground and saved for later.
A glowing ladybug runs up to the paper and stars to read. "Wake up. Wake up..." The yellowing page turns to crying winds. The cats drop from the ceiling in bloody heaps on the floor.
The bony hand turns to the hand of a child sleeping in his bed. Everyone is happy.
It's all for not.
Nothing matters. If you just take time and look for nothing if you just stop. That stopping point is the only thing that is worth something.
Every day is the same day the same people no feelings. It's like going through someone else's photo book