I just couldn’t make what this pic is all about. Trying hard I came up with this story.
In Search Of…
The bullet had gone straight through his head, spilling the contents outside.
His brain was looking like fat scattered from the biggest can.
What surprised him was his body was lying there dead yet he was watching it.
Was his soul watching the incident?
Is there really something called soul, he wondered.
Nauseating though it was, his soul was mesmerized, watching intently from a distance.
His soul witnessed mischievous thoughts, buried deep in his mind, suppressed forcefully by him all his life, coming out.
Now they were free.
Taking bizarre shapes they flew away, in the search of new prey.