Within Me, Without You

There is a merger between LD and he. Everything is insane out there. I am feeling so alone and it is difficult to write. Becoming nothing at all again is the street I see. I let the snake in the door to see, and he slithers away all on his own. Can you imagine living this way every day? There is such an emotinal fatigue. There is for he, but not LD. Alone with no prosperity, I just mix and mingle with no destiny at all. Pain is the reality. Out here in the abyss, I know nothing at all. I will just follow my breath and look at a lovely tree in the midst of spring. What is the equation? I know not the land of the lost. I try to never bely the multitude of ways you deceive. It is all just stored in my memory. People are not complexity, they are just too much pink in the middle of a burger. Dangerous thieves of identity. There is no reality that is not breakable glass at this hour. I will lay low, and be sure to take it slow.