Barry Allen, Flash Point Paradox

I don’t listen to music anymore.

I don’t write.

It’s like I’m living in limbo,

Chasing nothing,

Moving backwards.

My hair is wild,

Different from my high school days;

I miss my long hair,

How the wind made it twirl,

How the hours passed as it dried.

I think I need a drastic change again to restart this heart of mine,

A defibrillating shock to my step, an electric spring if you will.

Give me a new hair cut.

Fire me from my job.

Break my spirit.

Punch me in the face again.

Let me fill a page with smoke and shrapnel. Snap my neck. Let the ink set in addiction I have long forgotten.

Take me home.