To die when there is no real death. To live when there is no real life.
What a fucking choice. Prison, living on living within my physical
entrapment…double whammy. My spirit wants its memory it’s flight
and freedom. Love, compassion, empathy, caring fortitude, loving care
where are you but in a pill bottle. My thinking feels numb tonight
from a day long stressful thought-fight. The future not bright. Only
dystopian flight into. Such makes one blue dark for the new life.
The pleasant ignoramus’s within delights of party all night thinking
life is too short when they may be three trillion years old and idiotic
still!