I have something to say, but I struggle in getting it out.
The world… I know it could be better.
The world… I know it IS better–why do people hate it so much?
Or, do they not hate the world, but instead hate themselves?
Fetid Self-Abnegation. Funny. I wrote a poem with that title. How fitting.
There is this center of hope in me. Hope that people can be happy. Hope that we don’t need to live this bullshit that we are living.
However, I think I’m one of the few who has this hope. Robots march around me calling themselves people. Robots who mechanically destroy everything human about themselves and those around them.
Robots who take the reality out of the world. Robots who are destroying the world.
I live with a smile on my face and reality in my heart. Fantasy is not an escape. Imagination is not surrender. My fantasy is my reality.
Is yours?