It's as if the building is on fire
And I'm just happy I can finally lite my cigarette
My lighter, much like hope, had only temporarily been mine
I lost one in a field while wondering why I'd let go of the other
Honestly
I'm not sure it was ever mine to hold onto in the first place

The door locked behind me.
So, sorry for that.
I don't know this world.
Or what is expected of me.
I'd go if I could do so without dying.
But you see,
there's this cat.
She doesn't look at me the way you do.
And despite me feeling the same way about you as you do I.
I have to stay.
Because, I can't trust you to feel the same way about her as I do.

I'm just not sure I trust it. This silly mind of mine. It's not without it's purpose though, as it helps me tow the line. I'm still not sure I trust it, this silly mind of mine.

It's an ever evolving, problem solving, slowly dissolving, mass of electric jelly. And they tell me to trust my gut. Isn't that part in my belly?

Nope I will not trust that thing. Nor this illusion we share in kind. My perception is askew in this silly mind of mine.

Look. I'll be honest with you.
Somewhere between that first Push-Pop and that last hit. I kinda lost track of the game.

Typically I try to lounge about on a big fluffy pile of I don't give a ****.
I can write you off on the premise that I can't prove your existence. So nothing really matters.

In all fairness. I didn't choose the game. It's the only one y'all had when I got here. And the rules are easy.

It's a good thing I don't have anyone in my life to worry about me.
I've been ******* a crazy amount of blood over the past three days.

We can explain almost everything.
Except the spark of life.
The consciousness of a living thing experiencing love and strife.
We don't know what it is.
Explanations are aplenty.
At best they're merely guesses.
Hence why we feel so empty.
So here's what I'm suggesting.
To help you figure it out.
Take a big step back
And literally f your own face.