I would not believe it, if it was anywhere else and anything else. I’ve developed.
But I am no picture, no stop bath will stifle my steady dance towards death. I sleep so much, and so very deep that I’m accelerating the process.
Besides this and that, I reach out for a plan of attack. A reactive man I now am. Playing chess alone in the dark while I read about light and how unbearable being is. I agree, I’m lost within myself. I haven’t been honest in quite some time. It’s pathetic how poor my talents are. They sleep on the floor while I dwell in a comfortable bed, in a very normal space.