Increasingly I find myself isolated, shunned, and avoided.
Yet at the same time I have this uncomfortable feeling in my gut that tells me
that my social media presence is being scrutinized by those who wish me harm. Diagnosis paranoid. After all it is
“social”. Look I have a follower! I have
come to a cross road in this existence, yet am forever stuck at that
intersection. An event horizon that eats time itself. And the snow is falling
for the first time this year. Stick wet snow that is coating the tree limbs
like cholesterol in arteries. In it’s silence I want to scream. The door to the
elevator closes. Action quarantined.
It seems like all I know is falling into pieces, the wound opening in my heart
sheds tears and the flame is extinguished. My pale skin is too cold to the
touch, bloated with fear. Enlightenment no longer keeps me warm and has become
a numbing burden cast upon the condemned. Finalization
Terminated.
"Nobody likes you, everyone left you, they’re all out without
you havin’ fun" -Green Day
