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After it all. Silence is, safe. Being alone has become normal. Disconnected from society & yet completely trapped in an endless battle of what & how to become free.
Letting go of the weight completely will probably be easier if I just ... leave it. Go where? How? No money & no car. What is left of my mission here, before I can go home? It aint here in this prison planet. Wherever I go when Im asleep & at peace. I cant remember & probably by design. The abort mission button failed long ago.
No one comprehends or considers me. What motivates others is, what they gain - what they want & that their needs are being met. The only person I actually matter to it seems, im trapped within this flesh.
A Misfit, black sheep, rebel, juvenile delinquent, **** the corrupt "justice" system & the entire system.
WW3 3 World Wide Leaders- Premeditated Covid & the mass ****** of Humanity. The effects & efforts continue. I dont have the energy for any more BS, & dont have the resources or team to gather supplies and prepare for what Ive known was coming, years ago.
Connections linger with to 2 souls, one I talk to somewhat often over the phone. Then theres him, when he gains his freedom again. What he'll do with it, I wish him well. He took all I had to give & yet called me too much.
"When its ALL Gone, What do you believe in?"
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