Dear Self

Dear self,

I try not to worry you to grave, but a dear friend once broke it to me; the world is one huge pile of crap. We are all preyed upon, one way or another and whether we like or not, someone will always be one…ten steps ahead of us, Abaddon will never lose interest in haunting us just right when we shut our eyes to sleep. But here’s a soothing truth: no one ever is awarded an undying stillness. This is how un-corrupted… corrupted life is. So tear a bit heavier next time, I kindly ask you; tear a bit narcissistic-ally. Bleed your crap off, upchuck it. Please forget it never; the world can take it, the world is stuffed with it all already.