Hi-ho and hello.
I’m haunted. Every day I wake knowing, lamenting in quite remorse and I sit haunted. 15 years and counting. If only the cries and shudders to stop were heard, if only, if only.
Stupidity had its day, leaving a bairn to be raised by wolves of the masculined type. Where did lost heads find empty necks? Only forward towards the brim of something new and the same.
A monotony, the dichotomy of what is all too similar, it’s surreal. Surreality for the absurdity for being alive in this role we call life. Call for life, called purpose. Come on keep me alive and clap five times. Five times to make me yours.
Don’t know if you’re seeing it, catching anything amiss, know of what’s missing?
The missing missing piece…come on five times clap, clap, clap, clap, clap…five times, five times. Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
Keep it alive,
A testimony to life,
Keep it alive
Clap
Clap
Clap.
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