Title: Nothing’s enough, not even poetry

I’ve heard someone once say,”we’re all parasitical by nature”; I’ve heard another once say,”just by simply existing-you’re part of the problem (by default); I’ve heard another say,”one person’s heaven is another person’s hell.”

undeniable truths-and myself i don’t exclude- plenty moments i would if I could redo; either way I’d still find myself “here….” sand running down one’s hour glass- in this “real life” “nightmare”;

open mind- but i’ll never truly understand this “life” and its reasons why; I don’t perceive my life as a blessing of some kind; only possibilities- like russian roulette or rolling of the dice- I’d rather do neither; wishing I could skip this realm into something more “pleasent”, somewhere that I could actually feel “alive”

let’s say this is a “simulation”-where we have a certain amount of “health points”, “energy points” or “lives”-well then, i’ve lost most of mine….practically dead on the inside