These Days With the end of the world comes many realisations - what you can fit in your mouth, you can fit in your hand there is a difference between a fist and a heart they are the same size but when you punch through a chest you kill something when you can feel your heartbeat in your feet you have felt something whether it is true or not you were there when it happened you survived you threw yourself at the wall for days and you survived you circled the empty cage like a starving tiger and you survived you were lobotimised and torn open for scrap and you survived it's interesting how much the body wants to live on days like these when the sirens wail out for the end and you come to terms with what you have been left with I hope you have come to a similar realisation - these days your skull is the best home to have