(0214) a choice not to live in fear but in neutrality

this is the letter that was written to me. a piece of paper left to wither in dust. the culmination of many sleepless nights. another door just opened and shut. the carpet drags; a cold response. the ocean laughs and blind souls don't remember what they can't forget. the shift was sudden, but it wasn't too sharp. the promises i made you, they never mattered much. a stonewalled jury caught inside their own game. television signals lead to static. and religion leads to delusions of grandeur. fifty bucks says i never survive the crash. waist deep in my own shit because god took a holiday. sorry. he said to enjoy yourself, but i told him to fuck off. what the hell. just my imagination, right? right.

save me your pity. i'm a million times better off than you think.