I'm no good in social situations,

so please leave me alone.

I don't want anything.

I just want to go home

and sit on my throne of lonely things.
All this space taken up
made of sweet nothings, it's my fault after all for laying faulty foundation.
Everything is ruined and I'm looking forward to the cleanup,
but the demo team is

still

here.
I'm trapped in by crumbling walls my windows opaque riddled with various rains there's a serious haunting
here.
My soul is
locked up by
locks that call
for new keys.
But I'm freaky and freaking out because the world I knew is gone, and I'm free to choose my way, but my road is all washed up and I never really knew anything except what's never to be again and it'd be the same either way so that leads one to see maybe I'm just an inferior beta-mind but I can't believe that since the light I

still

see shines so truthfully despite the numerous contradicting towers of humanity's need for stability in a place that is ever-changing and reactive to anything. I'm probably just a regular D with weak knees and sour feelings, indulging in escapism inside an ideal bubble, cruising around the nether regions of imagination and primal need, vicariously enjoying and hating almost every opportunity that can be seen, fooling myself foolishly with foolish fool's foolery and claiming some lofty potential, some identity that states that this is all for the best and one day you'll see, meanwhile disregard the footprints and the mean look, these were given to me after all, you should see what they ******* took, but anyways, to get back to what I was saying, I'm probably all that but if so I won't be playing, I'll keep skipping that track and if it happens to keep breaking,


let them know I was a person with dreams and aspirations until the mighty hand of culture killed them all with suffocation