Basically

One two
Three four
Wake up. Eat.
Move on. Do more.
...or less as the figure shows
Collasping slowly, slightly... still?
These hollow streets,
Empty thoughts,
Weaving in and out of
a mind I call my own.
Is this ok?
Is that?
Herds living in light.
Scritinize.
Picked apart,
like a piece of meat.
They gather in thier millions.
Flies swarming around shit

Symone xoxo