When I see shots on my social depicting rape I don’t say anything why is it that you are determined to report lil ol me? All these sacrifices being made as you sub to your leader triggers me in all the wrong ways without you even batting an eye, but me? My PTSD and anxiety threatens to take over me. What I don’t understand is how my pot smoking triggers you even though I need this delicious elixir just to breath.
Furs, feathers, skin. Aren’t we all created equal? All confused to what we are doing here and how could we begin to use each other to get our hearts desire with little or no help. Isn’t that what we have been conditioned to do? Pull the wool over our eyes till it all makes sense? What if it never does in the end and we wasted all this time believing something that wasn’t true.
There is the reality that sinks in that no matter how hard you try in this life when you get to the end of where you are going everything that you have come to know would seemingly implode. It starts oh so simple in the beginning but when the dominoes fall there is no predicting where they may lay or how far they may go. The best one can hope for is keeping their hearts open as all other senses begin to fizzle out and erode. This is what we have been waiting our whole lives to see. What will happen to us in the end. We all sit around waiting for that day. Then run in the opposite direction when it begins to come.
What a mockery of life that it turned out to be. No heart. No heart, no mind. Let me sit here for another year feeling wasted and deprived. I am so confused on what my purpose could possibly be I don’t even know where to start.