Easy now…this is no time to be rushing into things. It must be gently eased into. Atlas didn’t realize how easy he had it. What a burden one has with this mortal coil. Thrust it off? Too easy – perhaps too tempting in its simplicity. I long for a feeling beyond the mundane – reinvigoration. Complacency…Consistency…the trappings of normalcy. May as well be dead.
Mental and physical pain has lost its appeal. Someone please usher in the pleasure – the limitless, inhibitionless pleasure. Misinterpreted Epicurus would be proud.
The light is just around the corner – happiness is surely in the light. Same old day, different shit.
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Amen.
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