As I wade in this desolate prison of constancy, the oil rises to the top and catches flame from the sparks of my imagination. The scorching heat is in a continuum; a forest of smoke and ashes that char my eyes with contact. I am blind.  What I once had sought, is now eradicated, simply a neuron blasting off like a bullet through a gun, down the highways of my nerves; forcing me to react in such absurd, yet sensible reactions, ending in the bottle lightly resting on my lips, teetering in balance between heaven and hell, mirroring my sanity.

My actions speak for themselves. The autonomic osmosis of informative non-sense fuels my bitter hatred toward the human emotion. As my breath deepens, it concurs with the endless waves, simulating the moons inertia, in turn sending my body into a violent sway. I am deaf, hearing nothing but the sound of the ocean, as if holding a shell up to your ear, and those waves keep crashing, drowning all sense of judgment and sensible cohesiveness. I am alone.