Don’t you know who exists for you, don’t you know blood is not real red? When you incorporate parallels into perpendiculars it might as well be the start of a spiral. Snow White, Rose Red, Purple Rain, My Blue Heaven. It’s just a colour, anyway. Start a war? There’s a world war everyday in your heart, my dear soldiers, we’re all leaders of our commandos, both the soldier and the sergeant, barking orders and following. You are the only world you know of, how selfish an outlook but true, and I won’t try to convince you otherwise. Just look around, and everything you see comes through your own eyes, the only voice you must listen to is your own, and the only course of action springs from your mind. Staring at the battlefield has never been more poignant for a soldier in the rain, dropping to his knees, crawling in the mud with gun in hand, helmet strapped to chin… a love letter taped to his chest. It doesn’t make you a coward to believe in love. In the midst of chaos, love is a wall to put your back against. Battlegrounds everywhere.
What kills the body, what kills the soul? Bullets whiz over your head. I’m so bored with it: if there’s anything I’m not, it’s scared. But I’m only anticipating the hit, nothing else. Blood could burst.
That’s all. At ease, man. Dismissed.
