All of the windows were open.I heard the crickets.What oh what if the zombie apocolypse decided to bang into existence??And all of these windows just happened to be open along with the door unlocked.My mind likes to play with me.Is it normal to be afraid of zombies arriving through ones windows and or unlocked doors, in the middle of the night??No!!!!!I know tisnt.Truely believing in such outrageous entities will forever be a curse.Unless the zombie apocolypse does come about.I shall throw it in your faces.My prepared ass shall not save your unprepared ass.You will crash and burn.Painfully, of course. I have an obsession with pom juice.The number five.The number seven.And writing in whatever kind fucking of structure, I please.Pom is life.It is sweet nectar.Like breathing whilst swallowing love.Awakening something within me.That I don't realize exists.A new discovery of happy existence.I could drown myself in Pom.Swim in it.Live in it.Burrow and draw.I don't know what love is.I question the very existence of such a thing.But if love was pom.Pom would be love.And I could and would understand.Fully comprehend that very emotion.I can't stand the over usage of that word.LOVE.Keep it to yourself.Keep it secret.Keep it safe.And shut up.Love should be shown.Not spread and viled as a word.Love has become a disease.An obsession.Like pom.Pom is an obsession.But one shall never know the outcome of such.Until the end.We are doomed.I don't feel as if I want to share my obsessions with the numbers five and seven.Seventy and fifty.Five hundred and Seven hundred.Seventy five and fifty five.Like an OCD overload of infor mation.I could go on and on about those numbers.They keep me safe.Or I atleast truely believe such.My beliefs need to subside.I need to be untrusting.I need to not think so much. I have written this plethora of shit.Because I can no longer keep these thoughts within my self.They may be of no importance to the world .But they are my world.They were my world.For a day or two atleast.Perhaps longer for some.