this morning #1198.

this morning, we’re all half-drawn blueprints of gods. mostly modern in mentality. masters of our own domain but stuck striving to maintain a level head. skirting along with a shaky sense of sanity. the ingredients for ease & achievement are definitely there. hanging out just around the corner. waiting to be found & put to good use. if we only knew. at the same time, we’re all half-sketched schema of demons. so afraid of breathing in each other’s air. sleeping with one eye open. itchy trigger finger. cool to the touch. hot under the collar. a couple steps removed from spewing forth pure evil. not at all concerned about who we hurt. in need of a break. broken. breaking.