Where ever I go, there I am.
It is what it is.
No shit. Have a sit. I have things to say.
Well I used to.
I can't take any more.
I imagine the free fall.
A certain tie to death, yet... an absolute freedom... then darkness.
They say it makes me crazy. I say it makes them ignorant.
Or maybe I'm the ignorant one. I can recall believing that this was just that when... well, nevermind that. It's not like I'm even capable of such inhumanity anyway. It's all just a grand and glorious distraction from the things I'd rather not face, knowing all the while I must not only face them but lay with them, mingle with them, overtake them, and walk right through them.
I have to wonder though... It keeps me alive.