I long for that feeling, to not feel at all.

-OS

Penny Crush Parade

The machine is dying.

The machine is on fire.

Hurtling in no direction.

Metal bled, create the past.

Someone jam the wheels. 

Take down the sails.

If I had the means.

Had I the gall.

To steer, that which can't be stopped.

Let us await.

Await the hour.

Maybe I'll have it in me. 

After all. 

D.W