9.7.14

I didn’t have a choice
when first called from the void.

No rhyme nor reason,
just chance and circumstance.

I sought solace in the
myriad diversions of life,
fell prey to trickle truths,
opaque omissions,
and innocent ignorance.

I turn away from the world
that itself was never for me.

I am an evolutionary anomaly,
a virus with feet,
an animal that talks,
a stomach with a mouth,
and eyes to see…
too much.

Yet within me is consciousness,
I know not where from.
My heart like a drum
possesses power that I cannot imagine.

This Is Pointless Stream of Consciousness Writing

I turn to these pages because
I am alone.

There is no one else in my head
but me,
and my reality is mine to create.

There are others,
but they are not for me.
They are for them,
for they are alone too.

If there are ten of us
and only five can eat,
you will have ten teams
in one match.

This never changes.

Self preservation is
the only step
beyond survival.

What do you wish to preserve?