Oh man, I’m in a state. Up late, mind running. Visuals, blinking and seeing faces, hear them calling my name, wake up.
Same old delusions. Still not convinced I’m not a god. Still have the angels. Still have the spirits. Memories that can lie, dance in an out of flow like moths to a candle.
I hope pain is finite in this realm, I think it will be, but how much will I lose? I always say everything other than what imprints onto the soul. That’s not enough anymore.
I’m ready for more again, because I still believe. I can’t shake it.
I’m just a simple llama man. The atoms inside my body were forged in the crucible of a solar body. I’m the star child, I am the monolith, flesh and bone feels more like a suit, Ill fit, chafing, and sweltering.
I’m tired. I’m tired of watching reality melt, I’m tired of the voices, I’m tired of always questioning my experiences.
I want more
