Sometimes I cry just to feel the drip of life trickling like a thin creek from my body.
I let the droplets of heartache slip across my face and freefall to the awaiting floor.
I let them take me over and choke crude sobs from my larynx.
And I let them pool into a puddle of blue devils glaring up at me.

Sometimes I watch the world from a distance and laugh at the turmoil.
I have seen the smoke of death depart from buildings as their bases tumbled effortlessly downward.
Life is temporary.
Life is like a purgatory hotel.
Let's enjoy all five stars.