fragments of what?

fragments of life overwhelm my brain.
sunlight
perfume
time passing quickly
or not at all
church
and death
blood
and paper cuts
beautiful children
sometimes i wish i were them
shaky hands
a pencil slowly tracing
the body of a vixen
or capturing a scene
from the film in my head
neon lights
naked skin
tears
eyes
nose rings
and computers
smashed on the floor.
sometimes i can't take life anymore.
i want to fall away
from it all
pistols
blankets
alarm clocks
funerals
post-it notes
telling everyone to
shut the fuck up.