It would seem that we are now in a time where words are few and the few words that are spoken are hateful and usually detrimental to our Existence as a whole.
I have not put out the many writings that I have saved from my childhood through my current 44 years of age because, for a brief moment, I Succumbed to the notion that we are doomed. Furthermore, who cares what I have to say.
I get tired of hearing my own self at times and after all of my many writings, this Realm is still full of Evils beyond Imagination.
I have tried to suppress the spewing of my insides to an open ear. I have tried to improve myself and not press others about how what I do to cope will most certainly work for them. Again, who the hell am I but a poor man that has been fed lies and false beliefs the majority of his somewhat depressing Life.
There seems to be no magic formula to fix this “thing” that we are all trapped inside of.
I wake up to this, sometimes, Mundane Experience that is a revolving mystery of Nothingness. I wake up to the realization that humans are Hyper-Sexual Deviant Creatures that will Devour anyone or anything that may stand in the way of what they perceive to be the Truth, while they themselves are the boldest Hypocrites among many.
I open my eyes to the reality that I am alone inside this body and no other Human Can Rescue me.
So, I had to make peace with whatever this is.
I have come to learn that Writing, Drawing, and Sharing my Experience with others is the only way to stop from loosing my own Mind.
I have decided to continue to write and explore this Realm for all that it is worth.
Still, at times, it is too much to handle. I have often Romanced the notion of Eternal Sleep by way of the Pill.
But maybe Sleep is not Eternal.
What then?
