Testing, Testing, One.Two.Three

Relax.
This is only a test.
This is all just a figment of your imagination.
The space between where your mind processes information and then relays it to your voice box.
The sound you want to make but can't seem to find the willpower to exert.
In between sentences there is a breath you take but can't seem to figure out why.
Do you breathe to stay alive, or because it feels good to pause and flirt with your subconscious once in a while?

Everything you've ever known is a version of something else.
Everyone you've ever known is a version of somebody else.
Somewhere, somehow, someone is thinking the exact same things that you are.

Or that I am.

Maybe I am that person.
Maybe this is all coming straight from your fingertips.
You'll never know how much weight you hold until you try and make a wave.

Standing at the edge of the world with a siren at my back, I feel there is no better way to scream "I loathe you" than to do so with a mouthful of blood. But hatred is for the nonbelievers. And believing is for those in denial. And denial is for the sinners, the saints, and everyone in between.

We're all guilty of something.
Maybe we're just looking in all the wrong places.
See for yourself.