Dear world,
I need a spell check for my actions
To take tasks and mask affection
Blaming me for my lack of satisfaction
I need a drink, a bone, a calm ocean of self reflection
A dream, a boat, a hope of full compassion
With no pull or seal of true connection
I need to die alone in a room full passive
To live in full talk without discussion
A death full of fake memories distracting
To make room for a legacy I imagined
March 29, 2016
