Open your eyes, close your head, time to go and visit the dead, feelings don’t matter when there’s work to do, idle hands are the devil’s tool, calls are stacking and the callers are reacting to how this redacting is impacting the care they’re lacking so get back to acting, find that fleeting passion that’s passing, we all deal with it, drink up and try laughing.

Symptoms denied, undetected, uncorrected, you don’t want to keep seeing our hollow eyes reflected, this is unspoken but expected, some of us just get deleted and ejected, too hurt to see the monument erected, my spirit animal is the pet rock, nothing is expected, I’m just a sucker for that delectable respite.

Nature didn’t decide this, man did, this wasn’t random, you planned it, the shame and humiliation? You demand it, gaslight the candle, vigil presence landed, you care, you were there now have you learned to finally stand it or are you leaving empty-handed? Heavy-hearted? Look what this started. Was that healing process recorded to streamline it for the market? What about all the darkness? What about all the farces? What about all the defenseless carers suffering engineered hardships? What’s the farthest we can push your beaten, bleeding carcass? Your stoic starkness imparted this, shamanic-level sharpness demanding mania and harshness while swinging nooses sing of how they’re charming and harmless. Prove me wrong judas, change the focus and change the trust, we’re all waiting but this one isn’t on us.