I hear the tink, tink, tink of the shell casing setlling on the floor soon followed by the splat of the limp body’s face smacking the hard tile. I open my eyes and can see blood and brain matter sprayed on the wall, and I realize I’m alone and something has gone horribly wrong.
On holiday, I met a handsome and kind man who I talked to a lot and exchanged phone numbers with. When I got back to my house, I tried calling him only to be told it was the wrong number.
The waves never stop trying. Neither should you.
I don’t have that much against you.
I just really enjoy watching you fail and cry.
I may be failing as I flail around for some meaning in this life.
Just gonna flail harder (and fail harder).