Taking a step back
It’s the content behind an idea that I fear. The beginning......the middle..........the end. The act of dying....... The motionless living........ I’m having a mental crisis and I’m not crawling out of it. I have so much strength yet I am weak to the bone. This is beyond my comprehension......this is beyond an idea. I must have control....... I must close out the world. Once everyone was in.....it was hard to push everyone out. Carnally.......I’m sick. Emotionally I’m stable yet unable to be a lustful man. I can......plan on making several strides... let loose my pride......with no one on my side. No I have not died...... These feeling.....will they ever subside?
