It’s nice to know that
No one reads this shit
It gives me
Complete freedom
To say whatever the fuck I want to
Without an agent
Or a publisher
Or an audience
I am free
No one will come for me
If I write something wild
Or something anti-government
Or something vulgar as hell
I can be honest
And tell
My truths
Even if they are lies
With no eyes
On me
I can fly
But
With nothing to do
I’d probably die
And if I was given more time
I’d probably use it to get high
They say that words are magic
They say we have to steer our thoughts
They say the past will haunt us
They say that we have free-will
They say that time is fundamental
They say that art never truly dies
They tell us
So many
Lies
We don’t know much
And I sure as shit don’t know how to
Shut the fuck up
I have a tough time
Letting my dreams die
All I know
Is that I have to try
The only way to be living
In this fucked up world
Is to be unconditionally
Forgiving
Forgive yourself
And then forgive everyone else.
That’s what they should say . . .
CH 12/28/23
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