My brain is an amalgamation of fried circuits and faulty wiring, one that can never reach any conclusive self-realization or change.
I am lost in a sea of dope and dopes, of simpletons and simple opportunities, a sea of dead memories that I cling to tighter and tighter as they recede into the past. I have realized I have been living in the past for most of my present, and will for most of my future. I accepted this fate, self-consigned or not.
The broken man,
-M
