I saw a dead person today.
The man was old enough. Uh...Maybe like in his mid 70s?
Heart attack, I diagnosed.
He was under a park bench. I don't have any idea why I ended up there today, but I did.
And I saw that body.
And it felt like fucking knives to my skull. That bursting headache again. Blinding me. Searing my fucking eyes.
I pressed my hands to my eyes, taking a breath.
I noticed that the man's shirt had been lifted and that maggots were drowning in...
Vomit?
Apparently...
My mouth feels a bit sour.
I got to my feet calmly.
I don't have anything to do with this poor guy.
I'm guessing he was an old man with no regard for others.
All crooked and needy. Fucking rude to his kids and grandkids.
Yeah. He deserves that.
I looked at the body for a longer time.
Jesus, my mouth feels sour.
Then I got to my feet and began to walk away, the blinding headache crashing down again. As though I had seen something like this before and just can't remember.
I can't have seen something like this.
That's idiotic.
Insane.
The world is a very beautiful place now.
I wish that guy was my father.
Or my mother.
Or my sister.
Or any of the people who were so entitled and fucking proud of themselves.
Who thought I was worthless.
Thought I was "a bit crazy"
Well, the old guy deserved it.
All of us do.
Oh wait. No us anymore.
Just me.
Anyway. He must have deserved it. Like everyone in this godforsaken planet.
Still,
Wish it was family.
