Dark Skull City...

Many a time I try to figure out how I came into existence, why I came into existence, what I am , where I’m from, what color I am, what language I speak, how I ended up here but that quest hasn’t been an easy one. The more I try the more I fail, the more I inquire the more I perspire only to get what I didn’t expect……NOTHING…I don’t sleep, I don’t eat, I don’t play…I’ve got no spouse, never had a girlfriend just been interlaced with some other individual inhabitants of the same city. These inhabitants are always on the go, fast tracked, in their Louis Vuitton suits, Paul Smith cuff links, burberry ties and St Michaels shirt and Ben Sherman shoes. Hardly would you find them smiling. I try my best to say hi but I find out I am the same as them. We move in our flying cars at the speed of light just to get our jobs done. These jobs I don’t even know, and I don’t even get paid for…..wierd huh…I try to feel my skin and then figure out that I have none. It seems like I don’t exist but I do. In this city there isn’t any light but there is hardly any record of accidents…… I am a thought in your Dark Skull City … follow Nadowrites on twitter @iamnadowrites on facebook facebook.com/nadowrites