I’m not dead yet. Spinning crystals sing in the wind and the leaves gather in groups like friends on the playground. It is quiet, almost forgotten. Is it so difficult to die? When I am so high up in the sky? I’ve been here before; lining the edge; so pure yes and no seems here. …
Month: June 2024
These features in my life do not help me but distract me. Why am I so foolish to not know what they’re are distracting me from?
I don’t know. Perhaps my life is falling apart now. Is this the cost of living? Being alive? Do I feel the inevitable upon me yet? I do. Like a sorcerer, I can see the future….my future: Perhaps my life will decline with much haste so that I do not endure it too long. Perhaps …