(no subject)
The only thing I fear now is clear and total recognition of my own distinct wretchedness. What's sickening is that I'm fascinated by it like it was someone else's. I want unexistence. I want to find a place where I can live in darkness and silence forever. These words will be lost in the storms howl. They reside in small rooms, ground into old carpet. They are choked and uncalled for. They will remain unclaimed until time cannot be bothered to draw another breath. Here are the shadows. Here is my disappearance into the anti-mind. My final flight. I see myself now and I know that everything will be the way I want it to be.