wake up in a bright and infinite plain of granulated sugar,
overcast in every direction, sun creeps in at a distance like the horizon is overexposed
covered in knife wounds again, never the same patterns
never more than a dull ache
a helluva sting if i twist wrong
must have walked forty, fifty kilometers yesterday. just walking all day,
just ignoring the dry red bricks that keep falling from the sky
landing with a dull crunch, or a thud. maybe you'd know the sound better if you heard it.
(it's a pain in the ass ii walk around in this shit at all.)
today i'm probably just going to gather whatever ones fall nearby and make a little tower again
impossible to get a stable foundation here though. it was easier in the fields of plaster mix, to be honest.
the worst one was the fake plastic pearls. all i did that day was throw my back out and wait to wake up again
one of these days i'm gonna have to try digging a hole