Bite The Apple Initium

Metal clashes against metal as the silver caterpillar moves in and out the ground picking up and dropping people. Just another day living in the Big Apple. As I’m on my way, Gallant’s “Bone + Tissue” soothes my dying mind from the pain caused by the life that I must live… This life, I didn’t want to live. Not by choice but by declaration from those who live within a small section of the Big Apple known as the Empire Estate.

In my mind, I think of them. Somehow I can see them running around. I’ve got demons running around in my head. I want someone to come help me. I want someone to set me free. It’s not just me, you have them too. Unlike me, You won’t admit it. You can’t admit it because then you will have to receive the same punishment as me. I don’t blame you though. Who wants to be on the run? Let alone running from themselves inside their own head? Running from the thoughts that’s their past. Running from the threats that’s their future. Hiding from the beatings that comes in sporadic waves, that’s their present.

 I just want to be sent away to be free from all that I must be and given to what I want to be. I don’t want to keep doing this. This constant urge to keep biting. Why do we Bite The Apple? Why do we keep finding ourselves holding the forbidden fruit? How many Russian roulette games must be played, paid, and paved to have peace of mind. Is there something wrong with wanting to have a day where things are alright?

Truth is, you and I both know all too well that this city isn’t alright. Is it? Are they? Are You? How can you be so sure? How can they be when you have all this mass hysteria such as blond grapefruits and Mrs. Doubtfires set on controlling a place that is not theirs in the first place to begin with only to bring the rest of us to our knees. It’s not like we wanted them anyway. Well there were a few here and there who wanted them but the rest of us just had to roll with the punches. The fact is that the people in the Empire Estate are white. Caucasians, paled skin; You know the ones that the twilight series was based off of. Well at least in their own heads. Still they can't change their paleness for anything. It shows who they are; clear and empty. Some you wished died so we wouldn’t be forced to put up with such stupidity, arrogance, lies, and have to look at a grotesque face in general. Others we look at like a rare event because they don't fit the mold of their brethren.

It’s not like they want to really help you, him, her, me, them, or even my cat or dog. I’ve learned after biting so apples that the taste of nickel, silver, and aluminum has finally become a welcoming taste and not an acquired taste of which I still won’t get used to. So instead of just biting the forbidden fruit, from now on I’m going to be taking a bit out of the Big Apple because it has something that I want. Who are you to tell me that I can't have what I want? Who is anyone to tell you that you can't have something, that you haven't earned or deserve it?


Every time you bite the apple, you can only sustain life by biting it again and again until you have satisfied the greedy taste buds that take refuge in the crevasses of your tongue. After they have been satisfied, then comes the growling of the beast that wants more that the apple has to offer. So you are left with in a constant mode of pure grinding against time and others just to get one apple. Now picture doing that for an entire lifetime.

Welcome to my life.
Welcome to the battle ground.
Welcome to the constant struggle of battling Life.
Welcome to having to bite the apple.

"There was every orb conceivable on that tomb except one. The orb which fell from the heavens and inspired Newton's life work. Work that incurred the wrath of the Church... Until his dying day. A-P-P-L-E. Apple."

Tom Hanks - Robert Langdon
The Da Vinci Code