Drop. Drop.. Drop...
No hesitation.
Consistently/ Obtrusively.
Without any explanation or excuse.
Drop.Drop..Drop...over my hands, my plastic, elastic hands,from my blank eyes, staring emotionlessly/blinking carelessly/closed shut. Tears-a mixture of water and salt, liquid and crystals, diffusing components. An unknown feeling, chemical reaction.
There should be an explanation to all of this! Is it an error of a program, a virus transmitted by a disc?
Confusingly preoccupied. Attention-applied. Solution __denied.
Going step by step backwards, reverse direction, transfigured action,seeking protection... Fear? Also a new substance. Unpredictable => Dangerous.
Drop.Drop.Drop.
Counting down the time, looking up the line...of houses/walls/corners/parlors//shift the focus//.
I need an algorithm.
1. Stand up
2. Make a step
3. Make a second step
4. Lap by lap
5. Round by round
6. inFinIty
7=1
I need to need something (somebody?). I don't want to be nobody (nothing?) Want? Also something new. Desires-tire's prints on the rain-covered pavement, liar's words on the walls of the basement, fire's scorch inside of MYSELF.
I AM CRyING?
No pulse/no heart beat-proceed.
No intention/no emotion-distortion.
This IS my programme. Was Never was
I was constructed/instructed for "Pretending to live"
I was used/abused by my creators
I was gold/sold for 5 cents
I was ...I never will be...BUT I AM NOW!
Drop.Drop.Drop.Real tears. I'm not letting them fall...doll:
2 legs, 2 hands, bangs.
T-shirt, short skirt, dirt.
No extras, just the needed pack.
A button. A little red spot...DOT. Turn me off! All that will remain will be some water falling from my eyes. Separate.
Drop...Drop..Drop.