His name is Product

Broken verses for broken hearts, straight from my unfastened guttural pain.
Waves of selfishness dance around the room, no one thinks of anything but themselves, except for that fraction of a second when they offer you their world in one look. One fraction of a second when the shell opens and smiles, just to quickly bounce back to its closed rock-like state.
I walked past, waiting for my own doors to open, occasionally entering the wrong one. His eyes were so intense, I couldn't even tell which colour they were. Images of the past and present turn black and white. People's thoughts appear up in bubbles floating above their shaking heads. Memories jumped out of my head and re-acted themselves right in front of my face. 'I swear I've seen this before.. I swear I've been here before' I said. All these places look the same. Bricks. The only thing that seemed real was the intangible reality of my drunken emotions.
It was cold but I didn't care. 'You are somewhere' I thought, I had to get there. I started walking. My feet didn't want to touch the floor. 'It's OK feet, its just the pavement' I couldn't calm down. 'There's people around' someone shouted, 'I can tell from the way they smell'. What have you been doing?. I heard people running way. Silence crossed time and space and found us in our little world. I stopped. you stopped, him and her stopped too. We were trapped. Silence. Everyone was too overwhelmed to move. I sank in memories of my childhood... jumping backwards and forwards the stream, the water was brown. Realistic, not romantic. Beautiful. Join us. 'Fresh air, please' I thought. I tried to breath but it hurt. You know, when you try to breath but you can't because there is a lump in your throat and your chest is too filled up with love and feelings and things like that and you just can't breath.
There was a girl standing in the corner, holding to the lamp post. She was tying up her shoelaces, it took a while, her boots went all the way up to her thighs. She looked up at me and we gave each other a broken smile. Secrets. Everyone and their secrets.
An old man shouted 'Get out of here' through his crooked teeth. I went back to the room, you know the room where no one knows anyone.

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