I should "bulk up" on medication before winter hits,
except it's still going to happen.
Winter that is.
And I have no desire to be a
drug induced optimist or less than the
naturally "chemically imbalanced" piece
of garbage that I am.
No lust for the special snowflake zombie,
who staggers in a unique world; infinite
wonders.
I'm smiling as I write this;
but could someone please ask,
"Would you rather die than be happy?".