Oh, how inclusive!
It's taken me 26 years to realize, 26 years to listen...I have really nice hair!
-And I'm not bad-looking, to boot... I have GOT to kick this depression, or I will be no better off than when I was hurting people for a living. I just feel so DAMN tired, all the time. I sleep, I eat, I play some games, I work, then it's time to sleep again. Ah, yes, I forgot the drinking in between (and during) all but work. If nothing else, I need to stop drinking as much as I have been, or maybe at all... It IS a depressant, you know? But I don't...or at least, I choose not to recognize it. It's almost become a game to find out what I did the previous day, to re-discover what events were underlying my haziness.
Sick, eh?
So, there I was, completely surrounded by - none other than, THE BUNNIES. I loped, I licked my claws, and had a feast! What else is a predator supposed to do? I ate until I was full, then guarded the carcasses as though I knew how to make a stew using the marrow. And I regret not a single second.
I enjoyed their scents, the softness of their flesh...and the company. Their souls leaving this earthly realm afforded me more attention than most casual passer-by, and all I could do was ensue snapping my jaws at their incandescence. I missed, and in doing so, fell into the fire. My wings stretched out, and with great, slapping movements, I put my fire out, tempering the flame before it overtook me. Time to fly again...and hunt. Not for a meal, this time, but for a sense of being. Of feeling free and invariably myself. A sense of self...that's what I need!
So I spiral upward, feeling the fresh air against my skin, feeling what it's like to be free of the world...when it hits me... The "white light" of all things laughable, the true incarnation of hilarity.
What goes around, comes around...
And in this, I shall pass...
Once again.
Only to rise from the ashes, a new being, a new feeling...truly the love of the phoenix-fire that engulfs me, my pain, my inner turmoil. Then-
-I sail, onward and upward, full of purpose, only to be struck down again by my own insurgance of nothingness.
"I will survive", I promise myself, and know my words are true. Yet, I cannot help but doubt what the trembling of my own sacrifice will bring to others. A hope amongst hope is uttered, but echoes on yet again...nothing.
I will just be, and carry on...for all to see...
I will become what is needed to survive, to truly be... I shall become-
-Me...
-And I'm not bad-looking, to boot... I have GOT to kick this depression, or I will be no better off than when I was hurting people for a living. I just feel so DAMN tired, all the time. I sleep, I eat, I play some games, I work, then it's time to sleep again. Ah, yes, I forgot the drinking in between (and during) all but work. If nothing else, I need to stop drinking as much as I have been, or maybe at all... It IS a depressant, you know? But I don't...or at least, I choose not to recognize it. It's almost become a game to find out what I did the previous day, to re-discover what events were underlying my haziness.
Sick, eh?
So, there I was, completely surrounded by - none other than, THE BUNNIES. I loped, I licked my claws, and had a feast! What else is a predator supposed to do? I ate until I was full, then guarded the carcasses as though I knew how to make a stew using the marrow. And I regret not a single second.
I enjoyed their scents, the softness of their flesh...and the company. Their souls leaving this earthly realm afforded me more attention than most casual passer-by, and all I could do was ensue snapping my jaws at their incandescence. I missed, and in doing so, fell into the fire. My wings stretched out, and with great, slapping movements, I put my fire out, tempering the flame before it overtook me. Time to fly again...and hunt. Not for a meal, this time, but for a sense of being. Of feeling free and invariably myself. A sense of self...that's what I need!
So I spiral upward, feeling the fresh air against my skin, feeling what it's like to be free of the world...when it hits me... The "white light" of all things laughable, the true incarnation of hilarity.
What goes around, comes around...
And in this, I shall pass...
Once again.
Only to rise from the ashes, a new being, a new feeling...truly the love of the phoenix-fire that engulfs me, my pain, my inner turmoil. Then-
-I sail, onward and upward, full of purpose, only to be struck down again by my own insurgance of nothingness.
"I will survive", I promise myself, and know my words are true. Yet, I cannot help but doubt what the trembling of my own sacrifice will bring to others. A hope amongst hope is uttered, but echoes on yet again...nothing.
I will just be, and carry on...for all to see...
I will become what is needed to survive, to truly be... I shall become-
-Me...