Yo guys, if you guys knew
@mamita , you would now know that he isn't active anymore. This is because of a shitty internet situation, and there is a possibility that he might not return. In light of this, he left me with his scattered thoughts and some of his literature. He asked me to do with them as I saw fit, and I have waited for some time now, and have decided that no other time less would be suitable. And thus:
My Path
-By
@mamita I see it through their eyes, heart pounding.
I love their loves, I live their lives,
I know I'll see it the way they did.
I'll grow up in a world that strives
to beat you down and shut you under a lid.
I'll make my own path, I won't be a parasite
I'll have money and love and friends and
I'll have all the things that I might
I won't be confined to just one path,
just one job. I'll do whatever I want, with no fear.
But I am blind. I see through their eyes,
dreaming while my own are shut.
And I am young, with too many stories
and none of my own.
I slide towards the edge of a crevice,
and I don't bother to grab at the ice
that hurts my hands, with cracks that slice
and bleed my fingers, that are not precise
for they don't know where to move and what to trust,
as I go numb-
I have no idea where I'm going.
I'm staring into an eternal night,
a cavern of unknown depth.
Before I start moving my feet forward
Where is my torch?
Do I really want to move forward?
Maybe I can stay here, unmoving forever.
Maybe I'll be safe.
Standing here, frozen in fear.
I'm not safe anywhere-
I'm surrounded by darkness.
WHERE DO I STEP?
The question drives me mad.
Memo to self: Watch documentary on Krokodile drug
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