I write this is look at myself when another mask is donned. Such emptiness you feel. The lack of will, to do or say. How sad and pathetic. So tired of being dark, of being ravenous for sensation. Wondering... is the dull sensation the way all beings feel? Praying.
Screaming.
Calling.
Begging.
Nothing.

Moaning twisting not knowing why, How dare you be this way! Where is the spark? Where are the beginnings that lie within us? Why do you let me exist Listening to so dark a tune. Pathetic. Pathetic. Let me sleep. Forever