Violently happy

Slowly with the breeze I came to found in me the frustration and sadness of being pull apart from my real being. Condemned to repeat again, there was no other place to go under the bottom of the earth, big free falling, no parachute, no bed waiting under, no wings to fly away and prevent from the hit, because the wings were already cut down in a promenade of pain and distortion.

Do not know how it happened, do not know how it sneaked into my brains and controlled it all, in disguise of love, the worm left no place for reason and balance lost all along the way to the toilet.

I feel like the rain pouring down the dirty streets collecting every single piece of my wasted being that is covered by the jealous vision of time, wandering around me, whispering around me. Is it done? Is it finally done? No more foggy branches spread on the floor? No more roots to crumple?