Such a simple thing.
What is good for you and what is bad for you?
Dum dum.
Some formed relationship with a black ick..some nameless feel to which there is no escaping.
Soul poison.
Spirit cancer.
And you can run, you can run your heart out..
But there it is.
Hide? 🫣
Sure, fuck it, try to hide .
Better yet,try distracting yourself to the point of numbness..
(time has a fishhook in it)
Does..
As it goes by the hook tears into you.
And your guts fall out.
(and everyone can see what you ate)
Maybe feel embarrassed…
Maybe go deep enough to where shame doesn’t even hit you..
“surpassed”
But your guts are still on the ground.. and it’s obvious what sort of trainwreck occurred..
(dead )
So now you’re dead. The walking, breathing dead…
What’s left?
(rebirth)
And how many times have you repeated this cycle in your lifetime?
How many times?
(several)
And you can consider yourself a new person, but you’re still missing your guts..
Left them back there …
And I’m sorry.
Sorry my camera lens turns in on itself..
That shit is lame as fuck..
Unoriginal .
Bah-land…
And I hate that shit.
(heh)
Hate it…
I’ll say it again..
I feel better afterwards.
I do
dusk 