I am here at McD's and I am waiting for my social worker. I am exhausted from every way tunnel through on me. Entities scream to be heard, but I am having to use my energy for me. I feel like
nothing will be normal, ever.
Charles, you need to be where you are. You know your own vicinity and that is the priority. It is not enough to be scared will be the last words you hear. I am not here to be a pet project for you. I exist as a brave slave, and I just send a little energy and attention your way.
There is a haze over the place that I am. Everyone feels find except me. It is sheer brutality. I write through it all. I hold myself up so that I do not fall.
Chains fall all around me.
You smile and put you hand over my mouth.
I am suspended in the air and for a millisecond you care.
Keeping me in this stone place has changed your face.
Your eyes are orbits to me sirening destiny.
I fall asleep and within me you creep.
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