Pulling Out
Depression is a falling star. Something many use as a
spectator sport. Yet, others will find this to be a cosmic tragedy. The speed
is unparalleled.
Out of fuel, without rest, we are all susceptible to fatigue.
The undefeated enemy of existence. On a long enough timeline, all things wear
out.
These depressing interiors, as the structure of self-collapses
inward. A black hole created by personal choices. Sucking everything through an
inversion of progress until nothing is left.
This is what happens when hungry people battle nutrition. Cannibalizing
themselves beyond recognition. There are few times in life that people openly utilize
the resources for true help.
Speaking when they should listen. Inner screams drowning the
cries for help. Incapable of listening while overwhelmed by one’s own voice.
Locked in a spiral, circling the drain. The once ambivalent
rhythm of a heartbeat marching to its own drum, swallowed by darkness.
Unable to break free of the gravity. Past the point of no
return on a collision course with the invisible wall of pressure. Blackened. Cut
off from hope.
Without light for guidance wandering endlessly. Going in
every wrong direction. Exhausting the auxiliary, beginning final descent.
Involuntary kamikaze. Our spirit motion sick, unable to find
its bearings. There were signs, warning systems, strangers attempting to save today.
Spasming hands gripping the control stick tight, shaking loose from the flight plan. Veering off course into the great beyond. Seizing while ceasing…
A stray needing rescue, diving deeper, counting down to
total destruction. Jet streams like a skywritten epitaph. Each word closer to
the horizon.
The altitude winding down to zero. The pilot long since
conscious, a victim of his own reckless abandon. Oxygen deprivation feeds his
slumber.
What began as a tirade morphed into a daydream, and then to
nocturnal haze. Projecting on the world. Illogically punishing from the inside
out.
Thinking irrationally under the asphyxiation of continuously
worsening decisions. Choosing a nose-dive at the crossroads of opportunity.
The longevity of working together and burning bright, requires sacrifice and cohesion. The terminal outcome of a crash and burn only takes selfishness.
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I Know How To Speak
Manchester Orchestra
