is it bad that I question myself before I question others? could it be that remanants of pschological trauma has left me deep in thought at the slightest hint of dissappointment? yes.
As I sit here, cigerette in hand and not a single bit of optimism left, I long for death to face me with the coldness of his touch. oh how I denied his presence, fell on my knees and now I search for his embrace. If there laid a many of worlds, would he take me to each door until it is time to return home? or would I spent my enternity knocking on deathʻs door? like the picture of man on a tight rope, balancing lifeʻs greed and eternity, I lack the faintest to succumb to itʻs reach.
I dont know what else to say, Iʻve said all that has held me on itʻs leash.


© Adi Joséphine