Many want to know what I have to say. When I say it no one wants to hear.
No one wants to see.
No one wants to know.
No one wants to believe.
No one gives a shit or is it that no one gives a shit about me.
Me, who am I really? No different than you, or he or she. Just another human being with borrowed virginity. Inexperienced in the fullness of this life, the depth of a breath, and yet I speak praise and positivity of a beautiful dream rooted in the membrane of my mind, seemingly protected from the reality of my future demise.