A Sense of Feeling: "Destroyed" (Part Four)

 It cannot be Mars if I see a "Blue Moon." This sound coming from it is pretty pleasant and I want to jump, but I'm frozen. All the sudden, a magnifying glass has appeared in front of the planet and I see this huge party full of really cool people and beautiful girls that I would never have the courage to talk to. I slowly shrink in size as my life seems to flash before my eyes. "What have I done in my life? Am I proud? Do I mind not having a girlfriend?" I ask. Does it matter at all because I'm going to die soon anyways.                                                                                                                              I would like to do "The Right Thing," but sometimes the line is so convoluted you cannot tell which is the best action for the most positive outcome. How can I escape this place? I don't even know where I am.                                                                                                                                          Picture this: A jazz lounge with hand drums on open-mic night, and several beatniks and hippie-dippies. I love that conjugated word! I heard it in a movie and thought it was funny, even though I'm not. Just as soon as they appear, they are gone and now I'm looking out on planet Earth. It is very serene and tranquil; out in space by what they call "Stella Maris." Time passes by and I don't even realize that a different song has started playing.                                                                                       Some cannot handle their anger, or their raw feelings of negativity; some may say "The Violent Bear It Away" and beat another person to a pulp. That person was so disconnected from his body, it was as if he was fighting demand in another universe, another plane, and his body was still here. The person was rushed to the hospital, and out poured the sweet sorrowful nectar that is "Lacrimae," but it's not salty because these aren't the same kind of tears. It was scary AF! It happened within a second and it seemed like everyone was stuck in slow motion; nothing they could do would have stopped him because they were too lethargic, but after that sleep-attack he had a myocardial infarction and passed away. The victim was rushed to the hospital because there was still a chance for him, or her; he had ripped most of her hair out of her scalp. Couldn't we tell another way? You do not want to know what happened there. He was dead though, but they did take the offender to the hospital too; just in case.