life

the rat squeaked.

i jumped, landed on a centipede, killing it instantly.

there's a stretch or road i detest.

i suppose you cant avoid everything in life.

my future, as much as i'm unwilling to admit.. seems bleak.

maybe cos i lack plans, or directions.
think i ought to look for them? or has it been staring at me in the face? have i, being oblivious to all around me, walked straight past it?

or have the bright lights distracted me too much?