blue jelly praying mantis are infectious little creatures. they sit and stare into space. they expand. they sit still and yet conquer all emptiness with everything in between. they just wait. they stretch time to infinity and they are reckless with this procedure. no need to tell yourself you’re not paranoid, because they will not mind either way and eat you up here and now. they will devour your toenails and hair as they are little tricotilomanic buggers. they reproduce that way, but this is not really science. today they’re not in my room, as they’ve gone to a pilgrimage to the virgin mary. they’ve sent their little brothers and sisters who are not quite so beautiful and skilled in eating humans. they are merely black patches of movement, they buzz and create little spots in my vision. they imprint on my right frontal lobe, they sing me songs of attraction, sandcastles and roots that are no longer alive, but still smell that way. they remind you of teeth covered in spitting games sandy rough crystal. it cuts your soul into two neat triangles of pain.
today the urge to write hit me again after an absence of more than a week. i did write things, but nothing major, and mostly things i had to write. however, the way things are going i cannot muster the strength to sustain it. i can start alright but the third sentence will kill me, for sure.