Busted and blue

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busted and blue - Gorillaz

I light up a cigarette.

Ugh, cancer.

I wish there were more socially acceptable ways to shorten my lifespan...

I feel the waves break under my feet, barely touching them with a fine coat of dew, but I can't see them. The only thing I focus on are my memories, projected in front of me. I rewind.

It never gets old. It stings, but I won't allow the wound to heal.

Then comes to its end, and I rewind once again.

It doesn't matter how many times I play it, or how much time I spend watching it. If my brain doesn't want to get over it, I'll be trapped in this loop for the rest of my life.

Or at least until human life doesn't depend on a small chip installed under our right ear.

Suddenly I get soaked all up to my ankles. Maybe the tide rising? I'm under the impression that it was getting low when I came here... How long has it been?

I touch the small bump under the smooth skin. Would it be easy to rip it off? Maybe it's like popping a pimple. But they say it hurts, so...

I hear the scream of a seagull, so I get back to my normal vision. It's a young one, its feathers greyish in colour, and he's learning how to fish all on its own. The bird throws itself in the water to come back up with nothing in its beak but doesn't give up. After lots of trials and fails the bird fishes a little crab.

I envy the simplicity of nature. The determination given to other animals to persist in their survival with as little as their own body to use. Why are we so complicated in comparison?

I get a little startled when I hear the soft notification sound. Did somebody finally figure out that I've been missing for at least two days?

Oh, the humankind. So clever, yet so fucking ignorant.

The little instinct that still remains inside me tells me that a storm is coming. The air is getting very thick and cold.

I count to three...

And jump.

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I haven't been writing any English lately so I hope this isn't a mess... Constructive criticism would be nice! Hope you like it.