-flowers in your hair, not dainty reminders of your postexistence but cries, cries like theirs when you plucked away, sloppily, your footsteps in their beds haphazard holes in your thoughts
-stars in the dim sky, shining not a smile but a frown, twinkles a mere countdown till it all ends, till it all ends, till you end it all
-songs on the vinyl, dusty tables of an older time, a primal time, reminding of a loss not recollectable, a would too deep too fresh, too recent and incorrigible, a dream too important and too blurry
-traffic jams in jungles, obsolete standstills qua needless barriers, hearty realities stepping on your neck, choking, pride too high, morale too low, rage, sheer rage too much
-don't do it. not worth your time.
