A tortured soul and a deep sadness. A weekly repeat when the suns stays down. It’s real cold and real dark and it’s real hard. Some level of desire to just be left alone alongside some other want to be accompanied. Back and forth and inside out. Incense nonsense no sense. A smoke filled room and a tv on the ceiling. Drink more water. Argue with yourself.
What’s the difference.
There is none. Not one. Not one difference in this great big world. Go backwards. Find the roots. Dig them up. Store them in the cellar for the long winter. Can things. Salt the meats. You’re gonna be here for a while and when you finally get out you won’t even remember this because you come back here every year and every year it’s the same thing. Take your vitamins. Break the cycle. Look in the mirror you don’t have and smile at yourself and tell yourself that you have value and that you are appreciated and that you are loved.