Tiltle: N/A

I imagine so much of what never was- and never will be-more than a single reason for the because; not quite sure what i would call it- but I wouldn’t call it “love”-

brief moments in passing- wasn’t “ready”- passed it up; and i’ll never be “ready”; fight or flight- i’m in the clouds- or deep seaing in a sub;

I feel my “journey’s” here by chance- I should have never been conceived- i just so happened to be “granted” “life”- i don’t believe what they believe;

life is meant to bring one pain, much more than any pleasure; most will lie and say to everyone that life is filled with treasures- well then with treasures come the pirates- and the pirates run the show- but with or without pirates- it wouldn’t fix or change the show;

a body with emotions- wanting to feel something that’s real- feels like a curse to be born “human”- and this world of overkill; what’s the point of having feelings- and what we call “freewill”?; freewill is just perception- ive never felt so “disconnected”

gaslighted everyday as if there’s hope for one to heal- and a world so disconnected, and a coldness aching numb the heart;

I don’t know what happens when one dies- but if this is all there is- a realm where one’s conflicted- and doesn’t want to “live”; because this world is filled with so much chaos, pain, and also shit….

nothing to look forward to; no true escape…. so tired of this