Is it better to die quickly or burn slowly?
Am I confused beyond belief? My mind has wondered to a point where questions become answers and living becomes a repetition of night and day.
I have limitations with patience and aggression against myself.
I put faith in time......only to have “cancer” and “loneliness” consume me.
Humans have a tendency to trip over illusions and lies.
Animals survive off of instincts and senses that enable them to avoid danger.
Which am I?
I am dislocated and disoriented.
I miss my old self.....
Where is my youth?
Where is my freedom?
Why am I in a cage?
Why did I grow to know the world?
I am burning slowly by a fire I can not and will not put out.