ting & yin.

pucker up, kid.
you ain't gonna get kissed ever again.. not after this.
you wish there was someone to save you
to loosen those fucking tentacles around your arms legs your neck your skin your lungs your brain everything.
"help?"
a cry for help in a world that does not hear. does not listen. a world where someone might have chanced upon your faint cries, but ignored them.
"just noise, noise." they tell themselves. they can't bear to recognise your cries. that.. that would pull them into the deep dark waters too. where they would feel your pain. that's just too painful
at the back of their minds they have already decided:

ignorance is the best policy.