I'm done. No more.

we are all animals.

we all breath the same air.

please don't forget this.

It was just a regular piece of paper with some words written on it. Okay, so it was old and tattered but who's noting? Anyways, I think someone important wrote it.

black ink on blue lines.

click click click.

quiet steps sound like loading guns when you have nothing to say. wait a minute, what did you say?

i dont know much about these cell phones and car alarms and this battery powered life we all have become accustomed to. but the other day i felt like killing someone and i almost did.

life is the result of living. you said.

there is no point to this, nothing hidden, just like you.

we are all animals.

we all breath the same air.

please don't forget this.

So. There is this thing called living. What a silly thing. I went to the zoo today, I looked at the animals but mostly was just bothered by the crowds of people. Kids were everywhere, oh my god and they are loud and obnoxious and totally overwhelmed with happiness. I was annoyed at their behavior.

But why was I annoyed.

I could say that it is because they are loud or because they mistakenly walk into me whilst their attention is focused elsewhere.

But really it's because I'm jealous.