...the battle of personal worlds is a very lonely fight for the desperate and the deliberately alive person!

my shaky hand rubs my head just to think cos it hangs onto my arm just like my feet hang on so tight to my legs knowing that I need them and even if they were not there at all I would squirm with insecure confidence to get to where I am going!

...and the faulty machinations... the disaster the mental calamity I am defies itself from within and powerful forces wake me up during day and nightmares just to remind me what a skull subterranean error confronts me every moment!

"I have achieved nothing but consume my cruel survival with bitter distaste"....says my brain to me my heart BREAKS!

like it didn't have a say...like it was silent all the time like it was the quietest thing alive like it was dead inside like it gasped and like it was useless!

but why treat myself with such disdain why neglect the truth that pumps blood through my terrible body my ugly hands and my ugly feet?

what hates inside me to break the best connection in life the agreement between the heart and the mind the ultimate bond the perfect contract written by God...the cosmic genius the supreme!

do I want to challenge the universe?

I am a beautiful galactic worm...tiny wriggling indefinitely

nothing hates me!....it's just my brain doesn't function too good!

oops