words.

f***ing words.

meaningless adrift trapped inside far flung bottles hurled from tide to tide so why do i persist in this charade of soiled words this sham of ceaseless effluent flowing endlessly on and on and ever onwards in a torrent that would make kafka lodge a complaint sign (digitally) a petition make light of or generate hysteria while all the while the barrage of words persists thrives takes root in germinates deep within fungal rotten broken sad traumatised shackled minds a deluge of torn twisted lives contorted distortedly broken hung out to dry put out to pasture left out in the cold as the words spew forth empty hollowed out barely audible.

words.

f***ing words.