If my being were but a space-an extension of the many "projects"-to be explored for the sake of nature's coarse- then the
vibes here are ideally tight knit as aposed to type jammed-because crowded rooms are like clogged arteries- before the body hits the floor;

it rains here a lot- in this space- and kind of like an overheated cellular device-how there's a cloud where all the pain is stored; hindsight- a "brand of brew" had me listed, well before I was "gifted" my first pair of "eyeglass prescription"; took long enough for my eyes to experience vision "for the first time"- giving "new born" a whole complicated and conflicting meaning;

but at the time- too young and "care free" to even know what it meant to recognize half of the full picture; present time-looking back- i appreciate my full blown oblivion; how I wish I was a kid again(not really)- though today-forever young at heart, but with shreads in my sails;

I was never meant to be apart of a "simulated society"- apart of moments in some book of conceptions- especially of words themselves; flickering at the vulnerability of my light switch;

I am not the protagonist of a movie called limitless; i am what is scripted as just simply underdog- a book with mostly scribbles- and slight signs of life; desperately wanting my viewing of this show to end soon-simply closing my eyes for the final time

I don't want to want or need anymore.... one's resting by the exit door.