...like all collapsed by the crumbling walls that surround me like why was I even there anyway to allow such a disaster?

did I envisage perhaps collaborate with the desperately lonely things that have ever been to get this way so vulnerable!?

and humans like me have awoken alive and passed out dead forever to be real to feel alive one must embrace the death that is all around...

and the crushing sensation around-about the exposed expanse of my personality is some insane compression some inane depression!...

unlived overdied forgived and forever cried I want to ...

I want to ...

want?

what do I want?

can I cry all day every day it's like an emotional beast within me and it's angry sometimes where does it fit ?.. I see the damage of humanity through my manic eyeballs terribly calamity brain all perfect just because it is...

and the pain is too much to watch to witness to see....and my imagination is seriously compromised

so I better drift unusual