Reasons are limited by their definition. Reasons make you have a reason. Don’t choke on what you swallow. That is the only rule. Live. It’s harder than you think.
Make enemies and see more. Love life and see how life repays you.
Hypnic
I’m still here.
There are no plans to be anywhere else.
Icon after icon falls.
Most to decay.
And one hates to blame the victim,
But they seem to me, at least,
To be complicit in the ravaging.
I have these dreams, then hypnic jerks,
then staccato screams of, “Heh.”
Afraid for a microsecond,
I have to talk myself into knowing.
It’s just a dream.