Infrastructure
Is it Just Me?

Not sure if this was the pic I would have chosen for myself either. Fuck this most boring game ever. Daddy, please don’t hate me, okay I think I heard the Babe Ruth’s Home Run baseball pitched at our car window rather vehemently.
Kira, what is wrong with you? You really are the Gorgeous Mess? Dude, relax just because I have a gun to my head doesn’t mean I will explode. Dude, you some kind of queer homophobe? I also heard they call you “Goldilocks?” Does that mean you like to ‘suuuuuuuuck’, Kira, you want me to unlock the childproof locks? Please now boss. Yo cause I‘m already reading in the paper now about how that bitch’s head got chopped off.
See kid, it’s not all that crazy I be creating, it’s the cracks all over the infrastructure. Okay, daddy is on his run, right? Don’t you tell him Mommy told you this or it will be back to a long day of the night? See the infrastructure of God’s human world. “Mad Props to You God, Love You!”
The infrastructure is decaying, Doomsday Clock is closer than ever, humanely none to one. Notating. Let’s go back for about five seconds. I was saying both by to My child whom I love and My God whom I love. Just felt it got kind of tense for a moment and no need for tension.
I will always believe that the world is ending. That is God for me to tell me, not to even guess myself. Minds are rather curious, aren’t they? If we don’t stop and look at the what-if’s in this infrastructure we call life, well then I find myself amid a dense wave of brokenness.
This is for the few of you who will understand it.
I hope you enjoyed reading this story. If you did, please visit some of my older writing’s at a publication called The Intoxicating Unhinged Mind. God Bless You All!!!
Kira Dawn-Written on March 23, 2021-All Rights Reserved.






